the worst guy

chapter 15

donald's pov

"shit." i groan, as i pull the suitcase full of clothes out of the trunk of my car.

i gently put it on the ground, so i can close the trunk.

i sigh, leaning down and opening the suitcase. i had some shirts, pants and shorts, and even found some weed in a baggie. i take the weed and stuff it in my pocket.

i haven't smoked in so long, and i don't plan on it so i'll just give it to chance and marcus. i slip on a shirt, so it won't be all that awkward to go back in.

i grab the suitcase and starts to make my way inside the hotel and back up to my room.

i press the button for the elevator, waiting for it to open.

and then someone catches my eye.

damn, is that rebecca?

my old psycho bitch of an ex? i haven't seen her in ages. well, in 3 years. she looks pretty good.

she looks around the hotel lobby, she's wearing some skinny jeans and a long sleeve button up maroon colored shirt. her hair went down to her back, it was pitch black. she didn't really look that bad. she had some expensive looking jewelry on, when we were together, she'd never wear anything like she is wearing now.

we made sudden eye contact, and i looked away, hoping the elevator would open right about now.

"donald!" she gasps, smiling.

"oh shit." i say, looking at her and shooting her a fake smile.

i look at her, as she walks up to me and gives me an unexpected hug. i drop the suitcase on the floor and just keep my hands to my sides.

"why are you in anaheim? you never got out anywhere when we were together! and how are you doing? you're looking even more handsome than the last time i saw you! and-"

"slow down, bec." i say, chuckling.

"i'm sorry, it's just been so long." she says, grabbing my hand and playing with my fingers. she always liked to do that.

"i'm doing fine, and i'm out here with a couple of friends. what are you doing here?" i ask her, looking down at her hand playing with mine.

"business trip, i'm officially signed as a model." she says, smiling.

"congratulations, bec." i say, smiling a bit.

"what floor are you on? just in case i want to stop by." she says, smirking.

"oh no, remember all those times you used to just 'stopped by' and we ended up fucking?" i say.

"that's not gonna happen. not right now, at least." she says, biting her lip.

"and that's exactly why i broke up with you, rebecca." i say, rolling my eyes and chuckling. the elevator finally opens as i grab my suitcase and step in. rebecca follows after me.

"i know you miss it." she says, grinning. i press floor 2 on the elevator buttons.

"miss what?" i say, giving her a confused look as the elevator is moving.