The next morning I woke up, I felt a cold, lonely presence in the room. I drowsily searched the bed for Drake, but all that I got was a hand full of sheets. I opened my eyes, but my vision was blurry, so I closed my eyes and shook my head. I opened them back up, and I saw that Drake wasn't in bed with me anymore. I jumped out of bed, and wrapped the covers around my naked body. I started to panic a little because I didn't see him. I went in the bathroom, nothing there. I went into the living room, nothing there. Dining, kitchen, hallways, nothing!
He was gone.
I knew that he said that he was leaving today, but I just know for a fact that he wouldn't just leave like this. I pushed my mind to believe that it was just a huge misunderstanding, and he was just out getting breakfast. I ran back in his room, and started to search for my pants. I found them thrown in a corner, and I pulled my phone out of the pocket. I called Drake, and waited for like seven or eight rings, but then it just went to voicemail. So I called again, but this time it instantly went to voicemail, meaning that he declined my call.
I don't want to believe that Drake just left me; mainly because he told me that he liked me. I mean, if I were him, I wouldn't leave someone that I liked. But this is Drake that we're talking about here, so I can't really compare him to me. I want to believe that he didn't just leave me like this, but I'm scared that I know the truth.
I sat down on the bed, and frustratedly ran my fingers through my hair. I can't believe that he left me like that. I mean I understand, but he could've at least left a note or called or something. But he didn't do anything, which made it hurt that much more. Now I get why he didn't want me to get involved in a relationship with him, and I'm glad he told me.
I want to cry, but crying never did anything for me really. Plus, I've cried so much the past ten or eleven months that my tears probably wouldn't even come out. But I wasn't about to cry over Drake anymore. He's put me through so much mental, physical, and emotional pain that he will forever be imprinted in my life, no matter what. But what's done is done, and I can't change that. I might as well just get over it while I can.
The only problem was that I didn't have anywhere to go. My sister is out of state, both of my brothers are also out of state, Drake is out of state, everybody that I care about is out of states.
Except for Colin.
No. I couldn't face him after what I did. I mean, for crying out loud, I cheated on him with his best friend! But he did cheat on me with his best friend also. But he didn't have sex with her. He did make out with her though. But I made out, AND had sex with Drake! Now I'm really confused.
I didn't know if I could face him. I caught him in the act of cheating, and looking at him now, what would it be like? Also, I cheated on him. Would he smell Drake on me? would he notice me acting differently? When we finally had sex, would he be able to tell? All of those questions swarmed around in my head, flooding my heart with emotion. I sighed, and stood up off the bed. I knew that I was taking a risk, but I still love Colin, and what Drake and I did would not remain a secret forever.
I shrugged off that 'what if' feeling, and I started collecting my clothes. Once I had them all, I put them on, and got ready to leave. I looked around the place one more time to see if I had everything, and then I left.
Since I came here with Drake, in his car, and I didn't bring my own car, I had to walk back to campus. He could've at least figured out someway of how I would get back. That just proves that he doesn't care for me like I thought he did.
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It took me an hour to finally get back to campus, and it was raining, so that made matters worse. Once I got to the room, I fumbled with my pocket to get the key out. It took me a few seconds to realize that it wasn't there though. Where it was, I don't even know, so I just started to bang on the door. I just prayed that Colin was here.
