Not A Simple Love Story

Chapter Fifty

[Fifty]

***Lexi's POV***

I laid awake in bed, at almost 2 in the morning. Taylor was asleep, and so was everyone else. I wanted to fall asleep, too, but my head was telling me otherwise.

Those stupid, familiar dark brown eyes.

I couldn't get them out of my head. I've seen them before, I know it. They were different, though. Cold as ice, deep as snow, and just... lonely. I don't remember meeting someone like that, though. I remember those eyes filled with love, warmth, and... regret.

Chills instantly ran down my spine, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up on end. How could it be? I thought he was gone for good. Why was he even back? How could-

My phone buzzed on the night stand, snapping me out of my thoughts, and I grabbed it. I clicked it on, and raised an eyebrow at the time.

2:13 a.m.

Who would be texting me at 2:13 in the fucking morning?

'Unknown: Meet me outside in the hall, don't be scared. I wont hurt you, I promise, Lexi.'

I read it a couple times over, and glanced at Taylor. Soft snores escaped his slightly opened mouth, and his left arm was draped over the pillow. His blankets were half off, revealing his muscular back. His right arm was hanging off the bed, and he was laying on his stomach. I rolled my eyes at his sleeping position, and threw the covers off my legs.

Wait, why am I listening to this text again?

Before I could think more about it, I grabbed my phone, and decided against taking my crutches. I slipped on the ankle brace, and slowly limped towards the door. I made sure Taylor was still asleep before I opened it and walked out.

"Hello?" I said, lowering my voice slightly. I looked around, and sighed.

"I don't feel like playing games, now I'm going back to bed." I said a little louder, and made a move towards my door.

"Wait." A voice said, and chills ran down my spine.

"What the hell do you want?" I snapped, still facing the door.

"To talk. Lexi-" He rested his hand on my shoulder, and I smacked it away, spinning around.

"Don't you fucking touch me." I spat.

"I-"

"No, stop. You fucking ruined me. Do you even care that you cheated on me? You were my first love, and guess what? I don't even know why I loved you. Honestly, I never wanted to see you again. Guess you don't always get what you wish for." Disgust filled almost every word, and I shot daggers into those same fucking brown eyes.

"Lexi-"

"Oh, and not to mention you ran me over with your car, Andrew!" I snapped, and he shushed me.

"You don't understand, alright? I came to get you back. There was something in the middle of the road, and before I knew it, I ran into you. I didn't plan for that to happen." He said, and I chuckled bitterly.

"Well, it did. I don't want you back. I'm actually happy without you." I spat, and I heard a door open. I looked down the hall, and saw someone step out of a room three doors away.

"Uh, what's going on?" Cameron asked, slowly walking towards us.

"Uh, well-"

"Andrew, here, was the one who ran me over. He also came to get me back, which I made clear would never happen." I said, crossing my arms over my chest, and Cameron stood next to me.

"You ran Lexi over?" Cameron asked, now disgusted.

"I-"

I stepped back quickly when Cam's fist collided with Andrew's face. There was a loud crack, and Andrew stumbled back, holding his nose.

"Don't come back, asshole. You deserve much worse than that." Cam spat, and Andrew stormed away.

"Thank you." I sighed with relief, turning to him.

"It was worth it." Cameron said, and I giggled.

"Hey, where are your crutches?" He asked, glancing down at my feet.

"Oh, uh-"

"Come on." He said, smirking. I rolled my eyes, and wrapped my arms loosely around his neck, while he picked me up bridal style.

"Wait, your foot." I said, and he shrugged.

"It won't kill me."

Cam carried me into my room, and put me down gently on the bed. He leaned down and kissed my forehead, before heading towards the door. I made a split-second decision, and grabbed his wrist, making him turn back around to face me.

"Stay." I said quietly, not wanting to wake Taylor. Cam crawled into bed next to me, and pulled me into his chest, wrapping his arms around my waist. I buried my head into his chest, and smiled, breathing in his sent. I instantly filled with warmth, and quickly fell asleep.

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