Not So Secret

(15) Loss

-Ethan's POV-

"Good morning," I press my lips against her sweet skin as her eyes flutter open.

"Hello," She whispers, smiling. "How are you?"

"I, for one, am fantastic. And yourself?" I say sweetly and her smile widens.

"I'm great." She rolls over and curl under the plush sheets, getting closer to me.

"Your neck is purple," I whisper as i attach my lips to her neck. She winces at the pain that my lips are applying, despite me being gentle.

"It's your fault. You kept biting it last night." She smirks at me.

"Hey, you liked it." I smirk against her skin.

"True, I did like it." She admits, even though i already know.

"I guess we need to get up and get dressed and make our way back to the dorm so we can get your stuff together. You don't need to be late for work today." I shuffle out of bed and pulls my boxers up. Chloe wraps the bed sheets around her as she keeping gathers her clothes.

We get dressed and make our way down the stairs. Sleeping bodies line the staircase as we make our way down. We're careful not to step on them or wake them. We finally get through the front door and there are red cups and trash scattered all over the lawn and porch.

"How are we suppose to get back to your dorm?" She asks me.

"We can take a bus," I speak gently and twist my fingers between hers.

"What do you have to eat?" Chlo asks as we reach my dorm.

"We have cereal and Ramen," I place the box of cereal on the table. She smiles at the box of cookie crips: her favorite.

She pours a bowl for us. "Last night was great, by the way." I speak up, gulping the milk from my bowl.

"It was." She nods in agreement, spooning more cereal into her mouth.

"I need to shower," she tells me, standing up from the small table.

"Okay, the towels and wash cloths are in the linen closet. I'm gonna clean up the place for a bit." I smile at her and she returns it.

I grab the broom out of the corner of the small kitchen and begin sweeping the floor. I throw the contents of the dust pan away in the trash and put the broom back in its place. I throw my sheets over my bed, lazily making it. The door opening startles me and in walks, or should I say stumbles, a drunken Sydney.

"Oli, Oli, hey!" She mumbles, falling into me. I catch her so she doesn't fall into the floor.

"Sydney? You're drunk. I'm not Oliver." I speak sternly, trying to make her understand.

"But you are, Oli-Oliver," she hiccups. Alcohol is oozing from her breath, making my stomach weak. How much did she have to drink?

"Here, let's go lay you down so you can sleep off the alcohol." I start to help her walk to the bed when she comes to a complete stop and stands directly in front of me. I look down at her, confused as she continues to stare at me.

"I love you, Oli," Sydney presses her lips against mine and I hear the bathroom door open.

"What the hell!" Chloe speaks through grit teeth, hatred dripping from her words.

I push Sydney off of me and it kills me to see the pain in her eyes. She thinks I'm cheating on her. Before my mind can catch up with my mouth, she starts grabbing her bag. She leaves the items she dropped in the floor and slams the door behind her, slamming it so hard a fracture cracks down the center. I run after her without any hesitation and grab her arm, trying to make her stop. She curls her fist straight into my jaw and I release her quickly, placing my hand over my jawbone. That actually really hurt.

"Fuck off." Chloe speaks harshly. My heart is aching.

"Chloe! It's not what you think!" I shout as I watch her run down the hallway.

"Ya know what Ethan?" She whirls around to face me and I can see the anger in her eyes. "We're done." And with that she throws the door to the dorm housing area open and I can feel my heart leaving with her.

I stand in the hallway a few minutes after she left, thinking she would come back. But she didn't. And she won't come back. Why is it always my fault that I fuck things up? I am so sick of this bullshit always happening. All I want is to be happy and my happiness just walked out that damn door.

I make my way back to my dorm and see Sydney passed out in my bed. I'm really starting not to like that girl. She has been nothing but trouble from the start.

I gather Chloe's items from the floor and place them in the drawer in the dresser beside my bed. I try to contain my anger but it's starting to get the best of me. I grab my keys and slam the door as I leave.

I begin punching the steering wheel of my truck and get flashbacks to the night I had sex with that girl, fuck, I can't even remember her name; not that it was important anyways. I remember beating the wheel with my fists, eventually cutting them on the leather of the steering wheel. I look down at my knuckles, bloodied and red. I don't even know how to fix this.

Maybe I should give her some space, though. She said we were done. Maybe she will come to her senses and come back. I don't know what to do or who to go to. I have no one.

Well, I have someone..

I pick up my phone and dial the familiar number.

"Hey, it's me. Can we talk?"

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Aaaaannnnd cliff hanger I'm so sorry I had to do it for the suspense!

Who do you think Ethan is calling??

By the way, I know i mentioned in the last chapter that the chapter after Ethan's POV will be in Chloe's POV but I've decided there will be a part two of this chapter and it will be in Ethan's POV and continue where this chapter left off, so stay tuned!

Thank you all and happy New Years!