Charming Taylor.

Chapter: Thirty-One.

I slammed my locker shut, tugging my books to my chest.

My eyes were stinging due to my excessive crying, my hair was in a sloppy bun and quite frankly I'm surprised I changed into a fresh pair of sweatpants today.

Monroe and I were the talk of the school our break up hit a home run let me tell you.

I ignored the whispers making my way down the hallway.

Monroe made his way down the hallway with his head down and his hands in his pockets. Every part of me wanted to run down after him and beg for him to talk to me. I couldn't get myself to move, my eyes watched him as he made his way into our fifth hour, I trudged behind him not looking anyone in the eyes.

"slut."

I pulled my books closer to my chest picking up the pace, sometimes it felt like everyone in the school actually knew what happened.

I tilted my head up, sticking my chin out as I walked passed Adrian and Zoe, Zoe gave me a look with pleading eyes, while Adrian smirked at me. I turned walking into my first hour, I slid into my seat which happened to be next to Monroe. I sighed turning my attention out the window.

Just being in his presence made me want to break down, the need for his comfort was overpowering, I needed Monroe, I wanted Monroe.

I quickly wiped the tear that fell from my eye not wanting Monroe to notice how torn up I was, I mean how obvious could it be? Look at me, I was a mess.

I turned around facing Monroe, Monroe looked up from his phone looking into my eyes, and for the first time I seen the hurt in his eyes, the betrayal, the hate he had for me. Monroe's normally sea blue eyes were dark and gloomy.

I went to open my mouth to speak, but Monroe got up from his chair walking out of the classroom.

I sighed quickly wiping my the tears away, I grabbed my bag and bolted out of the classroom after Monroe.

"Roe." I said quietly walking up behind him.

"Monroe please." I said grabbing his shoulder making him turn around and look at me.

"Look at me." I said quietly.

"I can't." Monroe snapped.

I pulled my arm back startled.

Monroe's voice was raspy, hurt.

"Monroe I'm sorry." I gulped.

"Yeah, well sorry doesn't cut it Chanel." Monroe snorted.

"I know." I said looking down at my chestnut uggs.

"You didn't deserve this."

"You know what? Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. It doesn't matter because it still happened."

"Why'd you do it Chanel?"

"Instead of telling me you're  sorry, tell me why you did it."

I looked up at Monroe in shock, I couldn't find the words to tell Monroe why I did it. I just stared at him.

"Exactly." Monroe said backing up and walking away from me.

"You know Chanel, you're the one girl I would’ve never thought would turn against me, what happened to you always believing in me? Was that fake too? Of course it was. You're pathetic Chanel." Monroe said swinging his backpack over his shoulder and exiting out of the school doors.

I sniffled, gripping my bag I stared at the doors that Monroe walked out of.

~

“Chanel, baby get up.”  

I groaned rolling over on my side, I opened one eye looking at my mom.

“I don’t want too.” I sniffled pulling the blanket over my head.

“What happened Chanel? Monroe seemed like a really nice guy.”

“He is, I’m not.” I mumbled.

“What happened Chi.” My mom said moving my hair out of my face, I sighed sitting up wrapping the blanket around my body.

“Mom, I really fucked up.” I croaked, wiping at my eyes.

geez, my eyes had a mind of their own, I’m tired of crying.

“Oh, Chi. You should’ve of ended that plan along time ago.”

“I know.” I said rubbing my eyes.

“I just wasn’t ready to lose him yet, but it doesn’t matter anymore because I still did.”

“Oh Chi.” My mom said pulling me into her arms wiping my tears with her thumbs and she does so.

“Did you sleep with him?”

“Mom!” I shrieked, laughing a little bit.

“Well, did you?” My mom said trying to give me a stern look but failing miserably as a smile found her face.

“You did didn’t you?!” I groaned falling into my moms side.

“Was he good?”

“Mom!” I gasped  burying my head in the blankets even farther.

“It made you laugh though.” My mom said laughing.

I pulled the blanket off my face laughing with my mom.

“It did.” I said wiping my nose with my sweatshirt.

“I’m a mess.”

“You sure are.” My mom said nodding her head agreeing with me.

“Chanel, if Monroe really truly cares about you, he’ll come around, he’ll want answers and when he does come around make sure you tell him the truth, the truth will get you a long way, also setting you free.”

“He hates me Mom.”

“He doesn’t hate you Chi, he’s just hurt.”

“I hate myself for it.”

“Don’t hate yourself for it, just know you made a mistake now you need to fix it.”

I nodded my head pulling my knees to my chest, my mom was absolutely right I did need to fix it, I just didn’t know how.

“No, but seriously was he good?”

“MOM!” I shrieked throwing a pillow at her head, typical.