Dormmates

Chapter 24😊

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"Yesterday is old news Abby. Ellah said

"Yeah yeah, I know." Abby replied.

"At least you have Bret, who treated you way better than he treated Lauren."

"What do you mean" i said astonished.

"They dated remember" she replied.

"Ohhhh yeah... sure" I replied wanting to change the subject.

"Speaking of the devil.. look who showed up" Ellah said.

"Lauren... what's she doing here?" I asked.

"No-one knows" she replied

"Is it her though." I doughted myself.

"I'm not sure." She replied.

"Let's go home and get dressed for super
.. your mom taking us out."

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"No,no, no!That's not right at all!" I growled, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I was going to be meeting mom in an hour for dinner, and I was srill trying to find something to wear--something... diffrent.

I was hoping that by borrowing something from ellahs cupboard, I might lift my spirits and stop worrying about whether or not Lauren -or her mirage-  might be lurking around the next corner.

But the combination of my short, beaded cardigan with her own worn-in jeans just wasn't working for her. Ellah could probably pull this off. I thought morosely. But not me. Not tonight.

"Bad idea. Forget it." I took off the cardigan and threw it back where I found it on top of Ellahs messy nightstand, right next to her even messier bed .

As I walked back to my closet, I heard someone knock on the door.

I rolled my eyes and groaned." Ellah, how could you forget your keys again." I asked out loud" I'll be there in a minute."

I quickly grabbed my hiddensville varsity university sweat shirt from the corner of my closet and threw it on.

Pushing up the sleeves, I walked over to the door and opened it, expecting to find my best friend preparing yet another lame excuse. But instead I saw my boyfriend Bret.

"Bret!" I exclaimed "what are you doing here ? I thought I was going to see you on Monday." I said giving him a hug.

He ran a hand through his hair brusquely . "I had to meet you sooner. Why don't we go for a walk , Abby?"

My heart plunked to my feet. Brets Brown eyes were deep and serious , and so was his voice. And he wasn't asking me to take a walk with him- he was telling me.

Oh, no, I cried silently, finding my pulse pound a mile a minute. Please don't let it me true. Please, Bret, don't tell me that it really was Lauren that I saw.

"Should I...?" I tugged at my bulky old sweatshirt to suggest changing out of it.

"No. You look fine."

Hardly, I thought, dejected. Why won't he let me change? Can't we just put this off for a few more minutes? But I knew it was no use to belabour the point. If the look on his face was an indication,  Bret meant buissness.

"Alright," I said reluctantly. Without another word I slipped the key into my back pocket of my jeans and followed Bret into the hallway. The door shut behind us. The click echoed in my ears, sounding as final as a death sentence.