You Are My...

Part 13

It's been two days since I caught Michael sneaking around with another girl. I shouldn't be this upset over a boy I met only a few weeks ago, and that saddens me even more. It saddens me that I trusted him as much as I did so soon, and then he broke it, just like that. That's a lesson learned, I suppose. Don't be stupid and build trust for someone so easily, because it can and most likely will be broken in a split second. I've gotten a few texts from him, but I deleted them before I even knew what they said. All I saw before they were deleted were a lot of "I'm sorry, let me explain babe" type messages that I don't have time for. I know that him and that girl had something, because he wouldn't have been so scared when he saw me at his door, he wouldn't have ran after me and kept apologizing over and over again. I was already pulled in too deep, I don't want to be pulled in again. As I stare blankly at my ceiling, I hear my phone buzz several times on my night stand, but I just continue gazing at the same white, textured area.
Michael's POV
I circle my thumbs over the keyboard on my phone, as I lay on my bed thinking of where to start. It's been two days since she ran into her house crying, and it's been two days of silence. I've texted her countless times, and nothing. Just silence. This is it. I have to explain everything, and be one hundred percent honest with her.
"Alisson, I know that you're ignoring me, and I understand. You should be upset with me, because what I did was wrong. I knew it was from the start, but I didn't know how to deal with it. I know, it sounds like a big load of bullshit. But please, read this before you delete it and ignore me once again. I miss you, so much. That girl that was at my house, is my ex-girlfriend. Not that it makes it any better, because I still shouldn't have hid it from you. We broke up because of me moving, so it was a mutual thing. A couple of days ago, she showed up at my door. She wanted to surprise me. I guess she thought things could work out, because she had just gotten her own car. So when she got here, of course I invited her in. I didn't want to hurt her, especially after she had driven all the way here trying to do a nice thing. I felt like I was trapped, I didn't want to hurt you or her. Now that I write that, it makes me feel like even more of a douche. She is in my past, you're my present. You are what matters to me the most, I didn't have my priorities straight. I was planning to tell her about you before you found out to save hassle and your feelings. I know, wrong again. But then when we were walking and I saw her car, I knew I was caught. But still, I instinctively tried to sneak around, another wrong choice. I feel like shit for what I did, and for the way you were upset. To see you crying spoke to me in some sort of way words could never, and I never want to hear it again, not like that. I'm truly sorry, I messed up, big time. Please forgive me, Alisson. I can try to make it up to you, I will try."
I press send, and leave my phone unlocked, the conversation open, and I wait. 15 minutes pass with no reply, and a surge of anger rushes through me. Why do I mess up simple things that could have been prevented? I punch my wall, my fist going through the drywall and leaving an ugly hole in the wall.
Alisson's POV
I eventually grab my phone off of my night stand, and unlock my phone and go to my inbox. Swipe, delete. A pattern my thumbs automatically do now. I hold down the lock button, and power off my phone before rolling over and going to sleep.

(I have changed the names of each update to "part" from "chapter" because my updates are short, and are based on a part. For example, my last part was based on both of their reactions/feelings.)