About You {hero fiennes tiffin}

4

"Hero! Wait! Please!" I gathered my t-shirt and managed to cover up my bra as Max was left laying on the bed in a puddle of his own confusion.

I swung the door open as I continued to call after him down the hallway.

"Hero! Please! HERO!" He spun around quickly on one foot and stared down at me, his nostrils flared.

He was angry.

"What are you doing? Put your shirt on! Stop screaming!"

"It's not what it looked like." I began and he only blew air from his nose and looked away.

"It wasn't you, laying in bed with a guy doing god only knows what when you invited me over to study? After everything that Sam has done to keep you from him? A guy you know you're not to be around?"

"You don't understand!" I threw my shirt over my head as he turned around and began walking once more.

"I understand plenty, Emerson. And I've got half a mind to tell Sam, everything. The secret phone calls and text messages, the day that you looked like you'd seen a ghost in the coffee shop."

I grabbed onto his arm and he stopped in his tracks turning to me again.

"You really don't understand! Hero, please do not tell Sam."

He only stared at me for another moment before we heard a door open in the hall. Max walked out, fully clothed with his phone in hand.

"Hey, I think I'm just going to go back home."

"That sounds fucking splendid." Hero retorted.

Max cut his eyes before bowing his chest out towards him.

"Don't. Just go, Max." I pushed him away from Hero and he looked down at me quizzically.

"Whatever. Don't call me again." He dramatically pushed the doors open and Hero followed him with his eyes.

When ours met again, he still seemed just as angry as before. I thought back to how I had even gotten myself into this situation in the first place, standing in front of Hero. A guy I genuinely could see myself enjoying time I could spend with him while he didn't make me feel like absolute shit, while the other part of me felt like I deserved nothing more than what a guy like Max had to offer.

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Max: I think I saw you today. I'm happy you're back.

Max: Can we talk sometime? I could take you to lunch, your favorite place. Dino's in Malibu?

I contemplated sending a message back or just deleting his number entirely. But I knew there would always be a burning flame inside of me wondering why he did the things he did to me.

I wanted answers. I deserved them, I deserved so much more than him. At least that's what the old me would've thought. If I'm trying to go back to her, I need to at least steer myself in the right direction.

Me: Tuesday at 7.

Three whole days to mentally prepare for the shit storm that now loomed over me.

Max: Was that your boyfriend or something?

I sighed, out of habit, as I read the words on my screen. Of course he wanted to know. Instead of feeding him the information that he would only later twist in his mind, I locked my phone once more and headed to my room.