College Boy [h.s]

Eight.

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As I browsed the aisles for whatever food I needed, I suddenly saw that oh so familiar patch of dark brown hair and nearly froze. Of course he would be here. Just perfect. 

I turned around, pushing my cart along as fast as I could in the opposite direction and praying to god he hadn't seen me.

"Teagan." I hear being said behind me but I don't turn around.

"Teagan, come on don't be like this." I hear even closer this time.

I huffed, turning towards him. "What?"

He gulped, seemingly surprised that I had actually turned around. "I can't believe I even bumped into you here, I have no way of contacting you. I think we really need to talk. Maybe we can like, go some where?"

"Hah! You're funny," I laughed sarcastically, putting a bag of pretzels into my cart.

"Teagan, please just talk to me. We ended up on the wrong foot and we both know that."

"So ? Is that a bad thing? Because I really don't care, I've moved on," I stated, rolling my eyes.

"I'm not trying to get back together with you if that's what you think."

"What do you want from me, Zayn? Really, please just let me move on." I quietly begged, not wanting to bring up past emotions.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, biting down onto his lip and turning away from my gaze for a second. "I never wanted us to be like this."

"You ruined our relationship, not me." I reminded him with the least amount of hatred I could. Even after all this time I couldn't make myself hurt his feelings.

I want to hate him, I want to so badly, but I can't. Others will never understand how much he means to me, what he did for me when I was going through the worst times in my life. I'm no where near in love with the guy but I sure as hell still love him. I always will.

"I know."

"You don't even care, that's why I'm not going into this. You don't care about me." I stated, shaking my head lightly.

He looked down, shaking his head slightly. "You know that's not true."

I gritted my teeth together tightly, trying my hardest not to cry and yet my voice still broke. "Fuck you."

I breathed a few times, letting a couple hot tears stream down my cheeks before dabbing them away and speaking. "You hurt me so bad. Like, you really fucked me up and I don't even think you realize." I spoke, taking breaths in between just so I wouldn't totally burst out into tears. "How much you hurt me. I don't want to, but I think about it all the time, Zayn and it just hurts. It hurts so bad. There's a physical pain in my chest and so much anxiety every time."

"Can we please go somewhere and talk?" He asked but I shook my head.

"The only place I can think of is my dorm, but we're not doing that. You know how you do things." I spoke, knowing he would understand what I meant. He always turned things so sexual without even meaning to. Maybe it was him or maybe it was just the way he made me feel, but either way I wasn't going to be in a bedroom alone with him. I wasn't like him, I wouldn't cheat on someone who trusts me.