Roommate

Confession

Alec's POV

I'm such an idiot.

I've been an asshole to her for the past two months. Calling her a whore, slut, bitch. She's just so damn beautiful.

She walked towards her door. Before she walked in, she turned around with tears rolling down her cheeks. My face softens, and I feel guilty as ever. She shakes her head and walks in and closes her door.

I run my hand through my hair, and huff. I take out a blunt and put it in between my lips, before I light it, I think about what this is doing to me.

It's probably the reason I'm like this to her. I'm like this to everybody. But worst to her. I just don't want to get attached and then get my heart broken again. Oh shit. Well I guess now that it's out there. Yeah again.

Long story short. I'm never falling in love again.

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I roughly take my clothes off as hot salty water drips down my face. I grab a face wipe and take all of my makeup off. I put sweats on and my brother's hoodie.

I hide under my blankets. He doesn't know why I wear clothes like the clothes I have. There's a reason why.

He just doesn't know that.

There are three soft knocks on my door. I sniff and wipe my eyes.

"Go away." I croak.

Alec sighs and knocks again. Maybe if I ignore him he'll go away. The doorknob twists and it creeks open. Should've locked the damn door. I feel my bed dip in due to the additional weight being put on it.

"Monet?" Alec asks, pushing on my leg.

I don't budge I just ignore him.

"Please Princess." He says softly.

My heart skips a beat when he calls me that name. I feel all blush rush to my cheeks.

He sighs and I imagine him running his hand through his beautiful locks.

He gets up off of my bed and opens the door again. He sighs for what seems like the millionth time.

"I'm sorry." He says softly and genuinely.

When the door is completely shut, I toss the covers from over my face. I sigh of frustration and confusion. Why is he being so nice? He shouldn't give two shits about how I'm feeling.

He's a selfless dick.
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My eyes flutter open slowly and my cracked white ceiling comes into site. I look out of my window to see that it is completely dark.

I check my time and my eyes squint at my bright ass screen. It reads 3:40 am. It's early. Why am I up?

I stretch then throw my covers off of my body and sit up. I throw my hair into a careless bun and walk towards my door, not caring that I looked like complete crap. I open my door quietly, not knowing if Alec was asleep or not. I walk towards the kitchen to grab a glass of milk and half of a pb&j. I used to do that all of the time.

When my dad was alive.

There you go.

Another one of my deepest darkest secrets. Every night ever since I could speak, I would always wake up in the middle of the night and I would wake my dad up, we always snuck downstairs and he would always make me half of a pb&j sandwich with a glass of milk. Those were always our time. Every single night until the middle of my freshmen year. He died in Afghanistan serving for the Army. Yeah, I come from a military family. My mom being in the Air Force and my younger brother being a Marine.

Before my dad died, we were all happy. My mom, my brother West, my dad, and me. I was once happy. But after my dad passed. I just didn't think there was anything to live for. I was quarterback of my high school's football team. I used to be all in shape and shit. Only girl to ever play football at Cabrillo High School. But my grades dropped I became out of shape, so I was kicked off the team. Every time I think of him I need someone to hold. I need a shoulder. It was four years ago. So what? My dad was my best friend. And now he's gone.

My thoughts were interrupted by Alec's door opening. I put my milk glass down and throw my paper towel away. When I turn around, I see that his eyes are puffy and red. His face turns into complete confusion. I feel water slipping down my face. I guess I've been crying. I quickly wipe them and put my head down.

"I was just going back into my room." I say, but comes out as if I can't talk.

I didn't notice it. It's so low as in a whisper.

"What were you eating?" He asks, out of the blue.

I scrunch my eyebrows together.

"Uhh. A half pb&j and a glass of milk." I tell him softly eyes watering.

His eyes softens even more than they usually were. He walk towards me slowly and gently as if I were going to break. He embraces me in a tight warm hug. I'm taken by surprise with his gesture. But I shake it off and wrap my arms around his firm torso. I completely break down in his arms.

Out of everyone. I break down into Alec Holden's arms. He runs his hands through my hair.

"Shh. It's ok Monet. I'm here for you." He croaks, he's crying.

I look up at him and get confused as to why he's crying. He just gives me a 'I'll tell you later look' I nod and just bury my head deeper into his chest. We're at perfect height so I can feel his heart beating really fast.

I scrunch my eyebrows together and look up at him again.

"Why is your heart beating like that?" I ask softly putting my hand over his chest.

He chuckles through his tears.

"We'll because you're hugging me." He says, but his face turns into seriousness.

"We need to talk." He says, taking my hand and leading me to the couch.

We both sit down and I face him as he rubs his knuckles.

"Monet. I'm so sorry." He says out of the blue.

"I'm sorry for calling you a whore, slut, bitch. Everything I've  ever called you. You've just taken it so well for the past three months. But when I saw you break down like that yesterday. I didn't realize how much of a dick I am. You're just so beautiful. So I thought if I were a jerk to you, you would hate me and wouldn't want anything to do with me. But the truth is I'm so blinded by your beauty and my selfish ego that I don't even know who you are. You're not a slut. Or a whore. Or a bitch. I'm so sorry. Ever since I saw you break down I haven't smoked once."

He pauses.

"You have some affect on me that I've never felt before."