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seven; "i guess you don't need me after all."

From: ash irlose

Coffee later? x :)

To: ash irlose

see ya in an hour lil doorman :D

I threw my phone onto my bed and wrapped my bathrobe tighter around my torso as the breeze whooshed into my room, swelling the lace curtain. Though aged only over a month, the lace was no longer as pretty as it used to be. The intricate designs that beautified it seemed to grow more obsolescent each day.

Just like my relationship.

Alec and I had been acting like mortal enemies lately. In the past week, there hadn’t been a day where he stepped out of my place with a smile on his face. His departure would always be followed by a thunderous slam of my front door. Like the enlarging holes formed on the curtain, it seemed as if our issues were only going to intensify.

Thank god for Ashton, though; working hours had been pretty flexible for him and hence, he was always up for a little coffee adventure whenever I needed a break from the drama. We had visited about fifteen different cafés since the night he advised me on my relationship, which was a month ago. He would be on his laptop - looking up on colleges that might entice him – or, occasionally, reading novels, while I’d be burying my face in my college work. I decided that his hobby of reading novels has become my favourite trait of his. One time, he finished a Sydney Sheldon book and a minute later, he propped his elbows on the table we shared, holding another one. Dear god, is that not the most attractive thing ever?

“Why are you all dressed up? That’s too revealing, by the way, I don’t like it,” I turned my head slightly only to see Alec leaning on my door with arms crossed over his chest.

I stared down at my outfit, clearly baffled by his use of words. With a roll of my eyes, I simply said, “A dress paired with a leather jacket is not at all revealing.”

“Yes, it is. As long as you’re my girlfriend, I get to choose what you should and should not wear.”

“Why do you have to be such a dick right now?” I threw my hands up in the air, finally facing him.

“Where are you going anyway? To meet that new guy you’ve been seeing behind my back - what’s his name? Ashley?” he slowly walked towards me and with each inch closed up, I only felt more insecure.

“Ashton. And yes, I’m meeting him to study. Is that your issue? You’re jealous?” I scoffed.

“Well, clearly we’ve never set the limits for our relationship,” he took a deep breath, “I don’t want you seeing him ever again because it makes me uncomfortable.”

“God, Alec. You don’t get to say that when you didn’t even have the balls to tell me you love me.”

Right as the words left my lips, I mentally berated myself. His jaw moved and trembled with such intensity that scares me. ‘Beyond pissed’ would not qualify as a description for Alec right now. If looks could kill, I’d be decomposing ten feet under the ground. I expected this, though; I knew he would be mad that I brought it up in the first place. Before that episode of our relationship, I never raised my voice when talking to him. What I didn’t expect was to have a hand land on my cheek with a force so strong I felt my neck twitch.

A pair of guilty – no, I wished they were guilty but in reality, they’re just frustrated – eyes stared back at me. Tears threatened to spill out of my eyes as I tried to soothe my cheek by putting my cold palm over it.

“Get. Out. And don’t you dare come back,” I gritted through my teeth.

“Gladly. And for the record, I never said it back because I don’t lie. You aren’t even worth it,” he spat.

Eventhough I knew it was for the best, I couldn’t help but let out a cry as he slammed my door for, presumably, the last time ever.

-

“Hey, you’re finally here. I was worried you’d have been run over by a ca- have you been crying?” Ashton put his hands on my shoulders. His smile faltered as he noticed my teary eyes and slightly reddened cheeks. I shrugged him off. “Obviously someone’s grumpy. Wanna ditch coffee and just hang in the lobby for a bit to talk about-“

“There’s nothing to talk about,” I snapped, “I’m not really in the mood for anything right now so it’d be extremely great if you could keep your nose out of my business for once. Fucking hell, Ashton. Just… stop. Stop asking me what’s wrong every damn time I walk into this building with a slightly than pleased expression. I really don’t need someone else to join my pity parties. You're just a doorman, for fuck's sake.”

He gulped. His eyes dimmed as they stared right back at mine. “I am – and have always been - trying to help you, Kara. I guess that’s unappreciated. And I’m sorry I’ve been mistaking our friendship for something worthy, I thought that's what friends are for - they try to heal each other whenever needed. I guess you don’t need me after all.”

As I walked towards the lift, I couldn’t help but glance sideways to take a peek at Ashton from the corner of my eye. Lamentably, he stood still, watching me walk away.

When Sara foundme on the brink of tears outside her door, she pulled me into a hug. I couldn’t help but shed tears for the umpteenth time that day, although I wasn't sure if it was because of my relationship – or, rather, the non-existence of it – or the fact that I probably messed up everything Ashton and I had.

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hello guys

goddamn why does kara have to be such a little shit BUT HEY SHE BROKE UP WITH THAT GOOD FOR NOTHING PIECE OF SPOILT PASTA

i hope you guys like this chapter because i can’t decide if I do )):

dedicated to aliza because she’s fab hehe