What About Today?

one.

*WARNING, THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN A LOT OF FLUFF. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! 

I walked down the hallway to the cafeteria with Molly, gaining weird looks from random people. I guess I understood, I rarely walked with Molly, and when I did, people usually knew the reason behind it. It's been two days since I last spoke to Micah, and I hate to say it, but I miss him, I miss him like crazy and it sucks. Did I want him back? Yes, of course, but I didn't want the drama back, I don't need to be in a relationship where I'm worrying about what he's going to do next to break my heart. 

I shook my head, trying to forget about him. I can't let him get to me, he's hurt me way too many times and I don't think I can take it anymore. 

"Stop thinking about him." My lovely blonde friend said, practically reading my mind. 

"I wasn-It's hard." I sighed as we sat down, I couldn't even try and deny it. 

"I know sweetie, but he isn't good for you, just forget about him." Molly told me. She grabbed the apple from her tray and ate it, I sat there quietly. Obviously Molly didn't understand what I was going through, so she wasn't in any place to tell me what I should do. Molly never liked Micah, she always said that he would break my heart, and I hate that she's right, and I hate that I let him do it repeatedly. 

"You wouldn't understand, you haven't been in relationship with someone for two years." I finally spoke, trying to defend myself and my relationship with Michah. 

She rolled her eyes, "I wouldn't call what you guys had a relationship." Well, ouch. I was about to say something back to her, but the body that slid in next to me stopped me. 

"We need to talk." Micah said. 

I sighed. Even though I missed him and hated Molly for saying those things about us, I wasn't going to go running back to him that easily. He always does this, 

I'm sorry please fogrvie me. 

I always say, no.

Then he says something that makes my hear melt and BAM! Forgiven. 

"There's nothing to talk about, Micah." I let out. 

He ran his hands through his dark hair and sighed, "Don't do this, Ky, come on, let's talk, please." He reached for my hand and locked eyes with me. 

Shit. He knew I loved his big hazel eyes, he knew I couldn't resist them. I rolled my eyes and got up to follow him outside. I could already feel Molly scolding me, but I ignored it. I was just going to talk with him, after all I didn't really let him explain his side of the story. 

Micah intertwined his fingers with mine and pulled me away from the crowd of people (that were probably talking about us) and took me to the courtyard. 

I sat on the table and folded my arms waiting for him to talk. This should be good. 

"I miss you." He said. 

Me, too. "That must suck." I replied, I probably seemed like a bitch to everyone that walked by and heard me, but I didn't care, they didn't know what he did to me.

"Kylie," He started, "I need you." 

"You didn't seem to need me when you were screwing Sarah Peterson Sunday night." I reminded him, suddenly remembering why I broke up with him and why I shouldn't take him back. 

"That-" He thought, trying to choose his words carefully. "Was a mistake. I wasn't thinking straight, and these last two days without you have been hell. I guess I didn't realize what I had until it was gone."