Study Buddy: A Chris & Miya Story

Chapter 70.2

Part 2/2
Didn't really proof read that much.... You should reread tho, if you don't remember what happened

Chris

"I'm a fucking black beatle, cream seats in the regal." I rapped to myself.

I turned the faucet on warm water, and watched how the water trickled down. Hotel showers are always so fancy. I grip my towel that hung loosely on my waist, and patterned my feet towards the sink.

Our lips brush against each other. "I need you back, baby." I pause as that unwanted reminder pops up in my mind, just as I stand in front of the mirror.

"I'm a dumbass."

Damn, that's going to be ringing in my mind for awhile. That was such a bold move—why would she even take me back? I wouldn't take me back...  That's why I kept pulling that lets be friends card, but deep down I knew damn well being just friends with her would never work.

Oh well... I have to let her go, and just wish the best for her. Maybe in the future everything will work out?

Fuck it. I shake my head, to brush the thoughts.

I grab the body wash and turn around, ready to drop my towel and step in the shower. But I stop in my tracks hearing a knock on the door.

"Who?" I call out. I wait and wait, and then I decide to turn the faucet until the water stops running. "Who?" I call out again. And the knocking continues. "Dude..." I grumble to myself. I tighten the towel around my waist and shuffle my feet towards the door.

I unlock the door, getting frustrated that the knocking is continuing. I open the door, ready to curse the person out, but the person behind the door surprises me.

I'm caught off guard when I see her hazel eyes are glossy and nervous. I'm speechless and land in the state of shock. I just stare at her, and then common sense knocks in. "What's up?" I speak. My eyes search hers, cluelessly.

"I..." Her voice cracks, and she pouts. "Oh your busy—oh, I-i don't know why I'm here, I'll leave-" she shrugs, and turns to walk away, but I grab her hand. My other hand holds my towel.

"Wait. What's wrong?" I look down at her. "Hold on, stay right there." I close the door slightly and grab my sweatpants off the counter and slip the on. I throw my towel on the counter, and I mentally pray she doesn't leave, as I run and open the door again.

What do I do? Should I hug her? Nah, that'll be awkward. Damn, I'm nervous... What do I do? I rub the back of my neck. "You okay?" Of course she's not okay dumbass.

She looks down, and rubs her eye. She opens her mouth to say something, but her words seem caught.

I sigh, and lean against the side of the door. "Miya, talk to me." I grab her hand and pull her inside the bathroom, before closing the door behind her.

She crosses her arms over her chest and glances at me. "Why am I even here?"

"You tell me." I say lowly.

Her eyes look up at me again, and she stares. And we stare at each other for awhile, breathing each other's air.

"Chris?"

"Yeah?" I bite my bottom lip, keeping my eyes locked on her.

"What if..." She paused. She inhaled deeply. "What if..." She exhales. "This is our last time together?"