For Centuries: Book 2 Of The Godling Series (Sequel To Killing Garmin)

Chapter 33

Morgan's POV

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I stayed with Cal for the rest of the day before a nurse came in and told me to leave to let him sleep. Cal wanted me to stay but the nurse was really persistent. I left and called Tristan to make sure he's okay. He said that his wounds were kind of bad but not bad enough for him to have to stay in the hospital. I was going to visit Sam on the way out, but Bella was there, so I just left. I hope they work whatever they're going through out. I mean, it's disgusting to think that they... you know. But they're my friends and I want their relationship to work out.

I'm in my car, driving to the apartment building, listening to music. I get to the apartments and get out of my car. I walk towards the doors and see someone standing just inside. Maybe someone is getting an apartment. Not many people live here; they usually have houses in this town. I open the door and the person turns around. My eyes widen.

"Hey," May says.

"What are you doing here?" I demand.

"Looking for Cal," she replies. "He's not answering his phone, and, dude, I happened to notice you blocked my number."

"What do you want Cal for?" I ask.

"It's none of your business," May answers. "Now what room is his?"

"Um, one," I say. "It is my business. And, two; why would I tell you?"

"Because you can trust me," she replies.

I scoff then point to the door.

"Just leave, May," I say.

"Fine," she responds. "I'll find him by myself. It won't be that hard."

She walks past me and out the door. I look back at her and watch her fleeing figure. Why did she want to talk to Cal? Probably nothing good. Nothing good comes from her. I walk up the stairs to the fourth floor. I go down to my apartment and search my pockets for my keys. I find them in the jacket pocket.

"Hey, Morgan," I hear Tristan say, walking over to me from the stairs.

"Hi," I reply.

"Um, I need to talk to you," he says.

"Okay?" I respond in a questioning tone. "What do you need to talk to me about?"

"Uh," he says, rubbing the back of his neck.

I cock my head to the side when he doesn't say anything else.

"Well, what's it about?" I ask, trying to get him to start talking.

"Cal," Tristan says. "You. Both of you."

"What about us?" I question with an eyebrow raise.

He looks up at me and straight in the eyes.

"He's not right for you," Tristan says and I roll my eyes. "He doesn't love you or deserve you."

"Where is this coming from?" I demand, getting a bit irritated.

"He doesn't treat you the way you deserve," Tristan says. "He's not a good person."

"Neither am I," I reply. "I pretty much kill people for a living. So does he. You steal and kill people for a living. And I do deserve the way he treats me. Because he treats me pretty well."

"No, he doesn't," Tristan says. "You deserve much better."

"So, tell me, Ronnings," I respond. "Who do you think I deserve?"

He steps closer to me. Too close for comfort. I back up and he walks forward. I hit my door and he puts his hands on both sides of me. I stare at him with wide eyes.

"Me," he says. "You deserve me."

I can't say anything. I don't know what to say. I just stare up at him with my eyes wide. There's no way to respond to this. I like him, but not like this. Never like this. He's one of my closest friends so I don't want to sound like some harsh, heartless monster ripping his heart from his chest and stomping on it. But I love Cal. More than anybody could imagine. I don't know what to do. So I push him away and run. Immature, yeah. But, it's the only thing I can think of doing at the moment.

I run down the stairs and out the front door. I get to my car and unlock it. I get in and close the door, locking the car. I stay still for a couple minutes, barely even thinking before I ignite the engine and leave the parking lot. No way am I going back up there for a while. I don't know where to go. I could just go back to the factory. Yeah, I'll do that. I turn a corner and head towards the factory. I don't get why Tristan would do that. I didn't know he had feelings for me, if those even are feelings. Trying to ruin the relationship I'm in now. Great.

I get to the factory and get out of my car. I don't know why I came here. I don't really want to tell Cal yet. Or let him read my mind about it I guess. I want him to heal more before he tries to kill Tristan. I start to walk through the doors to run into Bella walking out.

"Hi," I say and she looks at me.

"Oh, hey," she says. "Do you wanna go to the Anaconda?"

"Sure," I reply, tilting my head to the side. "Drama?"

"Yeah," Bella answers.

I go to my car and grab out my keys that I had literally just put away and stick the key into the door.

"Me too."

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"He hit on you?"Bella exclaims after I tell her about what Tristan did. "He does know you're with Cal, right? Cal? The guy who hates him?"

"Yeah," I reply.

We got to the Anaconda twenty or so minutes ago and ordered a couple milkshakes. Once we got them, I had explained what happened with Tristan in the hallway.

"He's crazy," Bella says. "I like you and Cal together."

"Yeah," I respond. "I do, too. So, your drama?"

"Okay, so," she begins and I feel like we're back in highschool, before I knew about gods and goddesses and godlings. "So, you know how Sam and I kinda broke up? Well, I really didn't want us to break up because I just love him so much. So, we were having a conversation and then he pretty much said, I'm not sure if he was joking or not, but he pretty much said that I didn't belong anywhere. And you know that I've always been insecure about that so I got really mad and decided to end it. Like, he's tried to apologize but I wasn't accepting them. So, I'm feeling really bad about breaking it off and I decided to go talk to him but I chickened out."

"What happened next?" I ask.

Bella and Sam are both my friends and I really want them to get back together. They seem really happy. But he shouldn't have said that to her.

"Well, I finally got the courage to talk to him," she answers. "And he said he was sorry again and I said it was okay. He asked if we could get back together and I said..."

"What'd you say?" I question.

"I said I don't think we can for a while."

"Bella!" I exclaim.

"I know!" she replies. "I don't know why I said it! I just couldn't find the words. I just couldn't manage to say them!"

"Okay," I say, taking a sip of my milkshake. "I guess that could make sense. But, if you do love him, you've gotta accept his apology and get back together with him before he thinks he should move on."