I Will Never Forget What You Did

Chapter 9 - Mean Text

Chapter 9

Unknown's P.O.V. : 

She's dating Trevor? MY Trevor?! And I thought she was just some low-life, I mean she doesn't even wear make-up! She's a slut, she just got dumped and then she already runs up to Trevor? Oh, I will get revenge. Trevor is mine, and will always be mine. He loves me, not her. She needs to learn a lesson.

Elora's P.O.V. :

Ryan. That's all I can think of. How he lied to me. How he called me beautiful. How he kissed another girl. How we made love. How he told me he loved me. How he said I could never compare to any other girl. But they were all lies. He didn't care about me, he just stole my heart and crushed it and left all the pieces on the ground without picking them up. But Trevor has picked up a couple of pieces. But instantly he dropped them, and they shattered into smaller little pieces. He called me 'Lor. Ryan used to call me that. He would look into my eyes, brush my cheek, and kiss me. But it didn't mean anything. He just used me and made me look stupid. It was like I was a blind idiot.

Trevor's P.O.V. : 

She's just sitting there, with her eyes closed, and the tears are streaming down her beautiful face. I can't take it anymore, I pull her into my arms and hug her. She hugs me back and I whisper in her ear, "I'm so sorry..."

She sniffs and pulls her head out of my embrace. We look into eachother's eyes and I say, "Your eyes are so beautiful." They truly are, they're the darkest shade of blue and you could just stare into them all day. They were beautiful. She was beautiful.

She leans in and her eyes close, and I know she's going to kiss me. I lean in as well, and our lips meet. Her soft pink lips connect with mine perfectly. We kiss until we are breathless, and I am the one who pulls away.

She slowly reaches out for my hand and she takes it. She draws a strange pattern with her finger consisting of a triangle, square, and circle. 

There is a silence for a couple of minutes and she closes her eyes and traces the same interesting pattern on my hand. 

I break the silence, and say, "I think we should eat breakfast."

She nods and still sits there.

I laugh and pick her up bridal-style and I say, "Come on, you." I throw her over my shoulder so she is hanging upside down, pounding on my back with her fists with little effort.

"Trevooooor! Put me down!" She says, but starts laughing. I pretend to drop her and she screams hysterically, and I say, "Only kidding! I would never drop you. I'm strong!" I say and I show her my arm, and I blow on them.

She laughs harder and I throw her on the couch. I lay next to her, and she rubs her nose against mine, giving me an eskimo kiss.

I pout, and she gives me a quick peck on my lips, and smiles. 

We eat breakfast, and while she washes the dishes her phone buzzes on the table. She didn't hear it so I grab it and it says,

From: (773) 101-1001

stay away from Trevor, you slut. He's mine.