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Chapter 14: She's All That I Think About

It had been a full week since I began staying at Harry's. I had finally found a place to stay, but I had yet to sign the lease. I kept debating on whether or not to move back in with Tanner, or just move on and live on my own.

We decided to meet up and talk everything over, he didn't mention apologizing but I hoped he would, otherwise I wasn't going to consider going back to him at all.

Harry was adamant on not letting me leave — which sounds very creepy, but he kept telling me it would be a bad idea to go back to Tanner.

"I know you don't like each other," I said after receiving an eye roll from Harry while we discussed my date with Tanner this morning. "But I need to resolve this; all of my stuff is still there and I need to figure everything out."

"He's just going to do it again." He muttered as he took a sip of his coffee. I shot him a look.

"Tanner's better than that." I stated. "He's smart and he knows he was wrong."

He scoffed and nodded sarcastically. I simply shook my head and finished my breakfast before getting ready to go to the apartment. Once I was dressed and ready to go, I grabbed my key and headed down the stairs, seeing Harry with his arms crossed and leaning against the doorway to the foyer.

"I'll be back later to get the rest of my stuff." I said as I walked past him.

"You really think you're going to go back?" He asked, slightly in disbelief. "You're that confident?"

"Of course," I shrugged. "Everything will be fine."

He raised an eyebrow with a concerned look, but sighed and nodded. "Okay, good luck."

"Thanks," I said, and turned around to leave before turning back to face him. "And thanks for everything, Harry."

He gave me a soft smile before I turned and headed back home. The whole ride to the apartment was making me anxious, and I debated on just going back to Harry's and completely avoiding facing Tanner at all.

I knew it was too late to turn back now, so I walked up the steps and unlocked the door, slowly pushing it open and stepping inside. It was quiet, and I knew it was a little early in the morning, but Tanner and I had planned to meet so he should certainly be awake by now.

I glanced around the apartment, seeing nothing had really changed except the pile of dishes stacked in the sink. He always hated doing the dishes; one of the things about him that annoyed me most.

I walked toward the bedroom, hoping to find him awake and ready to talk. I knocked on the door and pushed it open, only to have my heart shattered in a million, tiny pieces.

He sat up in bed, his hair a mess and his clothes strewn across the floor. "Viv?"

"Wh — what?" I breathed in disbelief. "You —,"

"I can explain!" He said, and the blonde next to him sat up as well before embarrassingly covering herself with the bedsheets. My bedsheets.

"I don't want your bullshît, Tanner." I seethed. "This is enough for me."

I immediately turned around and felt the tears forming, but I refused to cry in front of him. That was the last thing I wanted to do.

"Viv, wait!" He continued to call. I had just made it past the threshold and I turned around to see him out of breath and full of regret.

"How could you?" I said, nothing but hate and anger dripping from my tongue. "How — what were you thinking? Were you even thinking at all?"

He shook his head and I could see him trying not to cry, but I didn't even care. My adrenaline was also kicking in and was not allowing me to cry at this point.