Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love An Ongoing Rivalry

Skylar's P.O.V.

Why the fuck isn't he crawling into my bed?

It's been two hours. Two excruciatingly long hours.

He should have come in by now. He should have burst into my room, desperate to cuddle and kiss the hell out of me. He should be lonely and miserable without me.

He should hate this just as much as I do.

Maybe he really is mad at me for messing with him. Maybe he'll never forgive me. Maybe he doesn't even want to forgive me.

Maybe he doesn't care as much as I thought that he did.

I sigh out loud and sit up in my cold, empty bed. I take a moment to glance around the room.

I hadn't even turned on the light when I first came up here. I didn't think it would matter since Gray would be here within minutes.

So much for that plan...

Oh, screw it. I don't care if it makes me weak. Or if it means that he wins. We'll have the rest of our lives together for me to get even.

But right now, I want to be with him.

With a new determination flooding through my head, I stand up and smooth out the shirt that I had stolen from Grayson and changed into about an hour ago.

I slowly walk towards the door, my small feet padding against the cold, wooden floors.

As I raise my hand to the door knob, I find myself hesitating slightly.

What if he thinks I'm some clingy girl who always needs his full attention?

To be fair, I kind of am...

I thought we were passed all of these insecurities with our relationship? I thought that we finally felt safe and comfortable with each other?

I let out a shaky breath and tighten my hold on the metal knob.

We are. We're safe, and comfortable, and absolutely perfect.

I don't even now why I'm so nervous. It's not like we had a fight or anything. We were just joking around.

He knows that I was only kidding about leaving him for Axel, and I know that he was only kidding when he said that I needed to sleep in my own bed.

Why would I ever let my stubbornness get in the way of what I want?

What I need?

Why would I still be sitting in this room, sulking to myself about how terrible life is without my boyfriend?

Why would I be out there, with said boyfriend? I should be. I want to be.

I just hope that he wants that too.

I take one last look at the doorknob beneath my fingers, which are twitching slightly with nerves.

And then, I turn it.

The door creaks loudly as it opens at a terrifyingly slow pace. It's never done that before...

This went from a sappy romance movie to a horror film in no more than two and a half seconds.

Yay.

I swallow the lump that had gradually formed in the back of my throat, then step out of the bedroom.

I turn to make my way towards Grayson's room, but immediately stop in my tracks as I spot the slouched figure in the hallway.

He sits on the floor with his back against the wall. His knees are bent upwards, and his elbows rest on top of them, his head perched up in his hands, face down.