Repeating Days [ON HOLD]

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I look out the window of the office building then look back to the clock.

Three-thirty.

I shut down my laptop and pack my things up. I slip on my jacket and head to the elevator. I wait at the elevator bank with other people eager to get home.

Everyone piles in, stands in silence then piles out. I walk down the sidewalk to the café I go to after work. The door makes a little jingle when I walk in.

"Hey Four. The usual?" Sam asks. I nod. I haven't been talking much or smiling. I just can't. I haven't seen her since at the grocery store.

That was three weeks ago.

Sam hands me my coffee and muffin. I hand him a ten. He hands me back my change. He smiles a little at me. I walk over to a window spot and sit down.

I stare out the window looking at people rushing down the sidewalks. People in ties heading into buildings, people heading home from a long day. I see a girl in a navy blue jacket with blonde hair. She's next to a light-skinned boy that is taller than her.

Tris and Uriah.

I didn't know they were together. She probably realized that he's better and that she does like him.

She laughs and makes her way the café door. He follows her not opening the door for her. I roll my eyes at that. They don't notice me, like when I first saw them kissing. I don't plan on having them notice me.

They order and begin walking out. I turned so I'm looking out the window. I pray to God that they won't see me, see me miserable while they are laughing.

"Tobias?" I hear a soft whisper. I know who it is, the only person who knows my real name. I bite my lip and turn in my seat facing the girl who broke my heart. Uriah isn't there, he must've walked out. "Hi." She gives me a weak smile.

I don't smile back. "What are you doing here?" I mean to ask why she's here with him but the words don't come out.

"You showed me this café, I loved it."

"Are you dating Uriah or something?" I blurt this out. I didn't mean to say it so harshly but that's the way I said it and the way she heard it.

She shakes her head. "We agreed to be just friends. It's nothing Tobias."

I scoff a little. "You expect me to believe that." I get up and leave hearing the jingle of the door and a faint sorry from Tris. I feel her small warm hand grip my wrist. I stop walking and look down.

"I'm sorry. I'm not like that Tobias, I'm not some kind of slut who goes around having sex with guys," she says with her soft voice that always relaxes me but this time...

I sigh and take my wrist from her hand. I walk to the parking garage where my car is. As I'm walking I'm consumed into my thoughts, confused of what to believe or what to do.

•

I let the warm water run down my body for a few more minutes. I remember as a teenager I took cold showers due to the cuts and scars on my back from years of abuse from my so called father.

All I've done is think. What should I do? I turn off the water and wrap the towel around my waist.

I quickly get dressed and sit of the couch eating Chinese food I brought earlier. One of my hands run through my hair as I turn on the t.v not caring what I'm watching. I sit like this for about fifteen more minutes until I finish my food. I turn off the t.v and get lost in thoughts again.

When my eyes start to droop down I hear a knock. I get up from the couch lazily and open the door.

I immediately roll my eyes. "What do you want Uriah?" I ask bitterly.

He has a evil smile on his face. "I saw you talk to Tris and the café. I know you're upset about us being friends."

"Is that all you came here for? Saying that you're talking to Tris and rub it in my face."

"Yeah but I also want to tell you something," he says becoming serious. "Don't you dare think about getting back with Tris. Soon I'll have my arms around her and she'll be mine. She'll hate you and we'll get married and have kids. But wait...how do we have kids? Oh yeah. With hot...rough...pleasurable...se–" I punch him in the face before he finishes that sentence.

Uriah gives me a hard look and punches my jaw too. He tries to punch me again but a block it and kick him in the stomach. He falls to the ground and I kick him again. "Don't ever come to my fucking house again," I yell. I don't care if the neighbors complain about me.

I slam the door shut and yell frustrated. I hear him tell through the door. "I hope you know you just made this a whole lot easier for me to get with her. Once she sees my face she'll hate you for beating up her best friend." I hear him walk away.

I yell again. I'll never get her back.

{6/11/16}