Dormmates

At last!

 I know, I know, this chapter is extremely late. I am so so so so so sorry guys. I honestly am. Thing is, I've been so busy with school and all my devices were taken away😭. But i know that's not a reasonable excuse. Once again I am so sorry. Please forgive me. xxx me. I love you guys so much. 💖💖💖💖💖💖😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

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"Its over! You are so stupid! How could you let it get this far Bret!" I wrote the words carelessly in my journal.

'I know what I have to do.' I thought to myself. 'I need to leave both of them so that I don't hurt any of them... but that's stupid!" I debated with myself. "Actually not really, i deserve to make them happy and anyway, they deserve to be happy. i am going to apologies because I value my relationship with Abby more than my ego... oh yes and Lauren of course."

"So its settled. Tomorrow i will go and apologies to both of them at school."

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I heard the alarm ring and I slowly turned my head and tried to reach for it. It read 7:09. "Shit! I'm late!" I yelled. I quickly jolted up from my desk and ran to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and quickly removed my clothes. I hopped into the shower and let the water run down my pretty hot body. I jumped out of the shower and ran back to my room. I got dressed and packed my books, brushed my teeth and ran out the door. 

I pressed the button of the elevator and i jumped inside without even taking a glance at who was inside. All of a sudden, the smell of a woodland in summer after rain filled the air. I recognized the scent instantly. The scent belonged to Abby. I turned around and saw her big brown eyes staring right at me. Our eyes locked and i felt a strange urgency building inside of me like the darkening clouds that were beginning to envelope the sun.

Abby's P.O.V 

"Bret, hie" I said awkwardly.

"Abby I am so sorry for what i did to you. So I wrote you a little something." he said, taking out a ruffled piece of paper from his back pocket of his ripped jeans.

"Dearest Abby," he started. "Sometimes, there are simply no words that can adequately express the depth of a person's feelings that are plagued by regret, guilt and sadness for a wrong done. This is my predicament now for hurting you so badly when you trusted me so.

A thousand "I'm sorry" I'm willing to say but I know it can't undo what has been done and it won't ease the pain in your heart. Instead, let me write this to let you know that I regretted my actions and cheating on you is certainly an unforgivable mistake. I totally deserve all the anger and resentment from you for what I have put you through.

However, it also pains me to see you suffering as a result of my misbehavior. Guilt burns in my heart thinking of all the hurt that you must have felt because of my recklessness. Each time that I think of you, I get angry with myself because I can imagine all the bitter tears you must have shed when you learned of my indiscretion.

I'm feeling like this because I know there is still love for you glowing in my heart. Otherwise, I wouldn't have cared one bit and moved on. But I don't want this relationship to end simply because I still care deeply about you and love you with all my heart. I truly want you to be happy again with me still being a part of your life.

Well, a mistake is a mistake. I know I don't have the right to ask anything from you when I have foolishly betrayed your trust in me. But if you can find it in your heart to forgive me and give me another opportunity to prove to you how much I love you, I will be very, very relieved indeed. For that would mean, I still have the chance to love and cherish you. And a chance to make your future a happier one with more laughter and less tears.

Lastly, I just want to say that I have faith in my love for you. I have faith that we will overcome the odds and make our relationship even better than before. Give me another chance and I have faith that, one day, we will look back at this and be glad that we didn't walk away from each other.

Loving you always, Bret" 

" Bret you really hurt me you know." 

" I know I know, I promise not to do it again. I swear. My love for you is unconditional." 

" I forgive you baby." I said, my eyes watering, and a giant smile was painted across my face. I gave him a quick hug and i tried opening the elevator door. To my surprise, i felt a hand pull me backwards and press the emergency button. The elevator froze and our eyes locked.

" i have to admit, you look really sexy in that vest." i said smirking. My slender, loving arm gently draped itself across the back of his bare shoulders, sending electric currents of excitement through his veins. 

" why thank you, my queen, you too look sexy, as usual, in that crop top," Bret said. Pulling me closer to his body. 

 We are kissing like crazy. Like our lives depend on it. His tongue slips inside my mouth, gentle but demanding, and it's nothing like I've ever experienced, and I suddenly understand why people describe kissing as melting because every square inch of my body dissolves into his. My fingers grip his hair, pulling him closer. My veins throb and my heart explodes. I have never wanted anyone like this before. Ever.

He pushes me backward and we're lying down, making out in the elevator and I don't care, I don't care about any of that. All I want is Bret. The weight of his body on top of mine is extraordinary. I feel him—all of him—pressed against me, and I inhale his shaving cream, his shampoo, and that extra scent that's just ... him. The most delicious smell I could ever imagine.I want to breathe him, lick him, eat him, drink him. His lips taste like honey. His face has the slightest bit of stubble and it rubs my skin but I don't care, I don't care at all. He feels wonderful. His hands are everywhere, and it doesn't matter that his mouth is already on top of mine, I want him closer closer closer!!!!! I slowly pull away to catch my breath.

He bent down, his lips against my cheek, brushing it lightly—and still that light touch sent shivers through my nerves, shivers that made my whole body tremble. "If you want me to stop, tell me now," he whispered. When I still said nothing, he brushed his mouth against the hollow of my temple. "Or now." He traced the line of my cheekbone. "Or now." His lips were against mine again.

"Or—"

But I had reached up and pulled him down to me, and the rest of his words were lost against my mouth. He kissed me gently, carefully, but it wasn't gentleness I wanted, not now, not after all this time, and I knotted my fists in his shirt, pulling him harder against myself. He groaned softly, low in his throat, and then his arms circled around me.

We kiss again. The next kiss is the kind that breaks open the sky. It steals my breath and gives it back. It shows me that every other kiss I've had in my life has been wrong.