*A week later*
It's been a week. A week without talking, a week without hearing his cute giggle, a week without his arm around me, a week without Ashton. Every day at school, we'd see each other and occasionally glance over in homeroom, hoping we'd make eye contact and finally talk. But we both know we couldn't. He's stopped texting, which worried me the most.
As I walked to my final class of the day, I felt someone grab my wrist. I turned to see Ashton. "Wha-" I began before he gently started to pull me away from everyone. He turned me so that my back was facing the wall.
"Listen" he said, his eyes glossy. I nodded and stared into the deep hazel eyes that I loved.
"I'm so fucking sorry. I know saying I was drunk is no excuse but I was truly not myself. She came onto me, I pushed her off at first, and it just kind of happened from there. Seeing how much pain you've been in has broken me even more. I regret it so much, I wish every single day that I would've just skipped the party and stayed home. I know you'll never forgive me but you just need to know I'll never stop loving you and wishing you were still mine. I know I've failed you, and that you won't trust me again, and I don't blame you. I just need you to know I'm so sorry" he rambled.
I had no idea how to respond to that. "Ashton" I breathed, taking both of his hands in mine. "I forgive you." "You do?" He asked, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "Yes, I do. It's going to be pretty hard for me to trust you again, and feel comfortable with you. But, I think I'm ready for us to start over. I mean completely start over, as friends. I want us to be able to be with each other again, but we'll have to move slowly" I explained.
He let out a small sigh of relief. "That sounds great. Thank you for understanding" he said, he slightly leaned in to hug me, but started to back up. I smiled and wrapped my arms around his torso. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me even closer. This is where I belong, in his arms.
When we pulled away we both smiled, and it was real.
"Well, I gotta go to class. We should hang out sometime" I said, a slight smile tugging at my lips. "Definitely" He smirked, as he turned to walk away.
Finally.
And then I woke up.
"Oh for fucks sake" I groaned as I sat up. "You alright?" Luke shouted. "Yeah" I yelled back. I got up and quickly got dressed before getting ready for school. Back to hell we go.
Once we got to school, I walked to my locker and got my first two books. I saw Arabella stood near her locker alone so I went over to check on her. "Hey Bell" I said with a smile. "Hey" she said dryly, not looking up from her phone. "You alright?" I asked. "I'm fine" she shrugged. "Alright, what's up you've been acting like this for a-" I began before she cut me off.
"Okay, you want to know what's wrong? I'll tell you" she fumed. Oh shit. "You've been acting so different recently, hardly talking in class and I'm so over it. It's been a week Katrina, just get over it!"
"What?" I asked with a slight laugh. "I got fucking cheated on, of course I'm going to be upset for a while. I don't understand why this is such a big deal to you."
"It's a big deal because you've just been moping around, you push anyone away who tries to help you, and it's extremely annoying. I don't understand why you can't just be yourself, it's really killing the mood" She huffed.
"Fine" I shrugged, not wanting to further the argument. "Do you see what I mean? You're so frustrating" she nearly shouted. "Why are you trying to keep this going? Since I'm so annoying, just don't talk to me, it's not that difficult" I said, rolling my eyes as I walked away, and to homeroom.
