Higher (East Knights book 1)

Margot

November 3rd, 2019
Sunday 5:46 pm

"Hey, babe," Monty says as he makes his way into my house. His lips drop down to mine laying a quick peck on my lips.

He pulls away fast but instead of continuing on I bring his mouth back down to mine and deepen the kiss from before. He pulls away before I'm satisfied.

"Hey?" I say obvious confusion in my voice.

"I need to talk to you." He says I lift my eyes back up to his, searching for what he wants to tell me.

"Me too," I say excitedly grabbing his wrist and pulling him into my room.

"So I've been thinking. And I'm sorry about yesterday," I say pulling him down to sit on the bed with me. "I know I said once we were in a secure relationship again then we could take it further. And I feel like an asshole for lying about it." I ramble. "But I don't know I'm just scared. I guess. I don't sleep with people. You know. Kevin was the only other guy I came close to sleeping with and now look at him, he's gay, so I don't...." He cuts me off by placing his hand on my leg.

"It's okay if you don't want to I overreacted." He says calmly probably trying to stop my nervous rambling.

Before he's able to say anything else I smash my lips down to his. He deepens the kiss by wrapping his hands around my waist.

I start tugging for his shirt and he backs up pulling it up over his head. I do the same. My eyes drift down to his torso and fuck if I'm not wet already.

As soon as my shirt is off he reaches his hands up my back to my bra clasp while his lips travel down my neck. God his hands feel so good on my body.

He positions his body so he's sitting up against the headboard of my bed and pulls me on top of him. Once I'm straddling him he reaches his hands in my leggings.

"God, you're so wet." He moans against my neck before pulling my leggings off my body. Once they're off he flips me over, making sure don't hit my head in the board behind me, placing himself on top of me.

His lips travel down my body until they suck on my nipples making both of them hard. "Fuck," I say grabbing him by his hair and pulling him back up to me.

His lips are back on mine and I take it upon myself to roll back over on top of him. "God, you're so fucking hot." He says breathily. "I know," I respond kissing down his torso.

My hands reach for the hem of his pants, which causes him to stop me. "What?" I say laying another kiss on his neck.

"Stop," He moans as he brings my shirt, laying next to him, up to my chest. "We need to talk for real." He says and he sounds serious. Fuck.

Sunday 6:45 pm

"I really didn't mean too. I swear on everything, I was so drunk and I don't know. We didn't even fuck." I can sense the guilt in his words but it doesn't make it hurt any less.

"I think you should leave," I mumble getting off of the bed and walking towards the door.

"I'm sorry, Maggie, I really am." He whines as he gets up. He doesn't walk out of the room though. Instead, he grabs on to my wrist pulling me into him.

"Monty," I say looking down at the ground. "I can't keep doing this." I say. "You have a bad day about twice a week. I can't keep forgiving you. You obviously don't care about our relationship." I shout as he tries to pull me in for a hug.

"I respect you for telling me, but that doesn't make it any better." I inform him, pushing away from the hug.

"I care about our relationship." He whispers dropping his eyes down to the floor. "I really do, It's just a lot with college, my dad, and you didn't love me." He says bringing his eyes back up to mine.

"What?" I shout moving back from him. "I didn't love you!" I exclaim. "All I ever did was fucking love you Montgomery. You, you were the one who fucked it up. You kept going back and fucking Celia just like you did this time. Oh, and when things didn't go your way, you didn't fucking come to me to talk. You went and got high. Don't fucking sit here and tell me I didn't love you when all I ever did was love you, you selfish ass." God that felt good.

"You're right. I'm the one who didn't love you." He says and the words cut through me more than they should have. "I didn't fucking love you. I've never fucking loved you. Right, Maggie? That's what you're saying, right?" He shouts and I can feel the tears building up in my eyes.

Yep definitely tears. Not to mention it makes it a lot more obvious when one rolls down my face.

"I was too busy getting high. Too busy caring about football, college, my future. Too busy worrying about how my mom was going to pay for Emma and I's tuition. Too busy wondering about why the fuck my dad left me. Too busy fucking Celia. Right?" His voice lowers. Fuck.

"No, you don't get to sit here and make me feel bad about what I said. You fucking cheated on me." I exclaim as I make my way towards his moving body.

He stops halfway down the hall and turns around towards me. "I don't want to make you feel bad. But you're life is fucking perfect." He laughs. "You live here. Your dad makes seven figures. You're fucking beautiful, you're a model for god sake. You have everything you want let alone need. Fuck off, Maggie. I don't want to make you feel bad. But I don't have this shit. If I want something I have to work for it. You don't even know what that's like. Even with me, you didn't do that shit, if you wanted me you should have at least acted like it." He shouts striding towards me.

"It's a waste of my fucking time, being with you, three years of my life. Gone. Because I thought maybe if I give her space this time she'll try harder. No," He shakes his head. "This," He says bringing my wrist up to my face. "This was three paychecks at The Shack. Sophomore year, I worked at The Shack every day for two months. To get this for you. Whereas you're daddy." He says sarcastically dropping my wrist. "Could have bought ten of them for you in two months." He mumbles turning back around to the door.

"We need a break, maybe for good this time." And with that, he's gone. And I'm left alone here with tears streaming down my face.