First one

Forty-Five: is this a joke?

Isabella's POV

What do you do when your heart is crushed? You order pizza. When I got home, tears staining my face after a little walk I couldn't bring myself to take off Lukas's hoodie, I just couldn't, not even after he hurt me and wanted me out of his apartment faster than lightning. I also wasn't feeling very much in a study mood anymore since my mind was trying to find a reason why he did what he did, but I just couldn't think of one so to get my mind of things I ordered pizza and put on mean girls.

A knock on my door echoed through my entire apartment. Finally, who needs a guy when you can have pizza delivered at your door. I took some money to pay the delivery guy and happily swung the door open, my face as pale as a sheet when it wasn't the delivery guy but Lukas standing at my doorstep. I saw his familiar face but didn't take my time to observe any details as my first reaction was to slam the door shut in his face. Why? Because earlier he couldn't and wouldn't give me an explanation and I doubted he would have given me one now, and I was expecting pizza so you can imagine my disappointment.

I sighed, my hand still attached to the doorknob and my mind debating whether or not to open the door. "Bells please let me explain. I'm sorry." I heard Lukas say from the other side of the door, his voice cracked and was followed by a deep sigh. Sorry? Sorry is all I get? This is the straw that hurt me a bit too much.

"Unless you are a delivery guy with a four seasons pizza, go away Lukas." I snarled at him, while putting my back to the door. I wanted to cry but after that walk home, shedding every tear I could, I had no more tears left, not for him, not again. That's what I tried to tell myself at least, because it was taking every bit of my willpower not to open the door and let him in.

"Please." He begged while knocking on the door again. I bit my lip, trying not to give in to yet another apology.

"Go away, Lukas. You should take a hint like I did earlier." I snarled again and even though my lips told him to go away my heart wanted to let him in and my mind, my mind reasoned with both of them finding a compromise, which was until this point unsuccessful.

"Fuck." I silently heard him cuss under his breath. "I know I hurt you but please, we need to talk about this. I'm not walking away because of an argument." He said, his soft voice, pleading on the other side of the door.

"An argument? That what you call chunning me after we had sex, like I'm one of your hookups. I thought I meant more to you than just a freaking fuckbuddy!" I yelled, getting frustrated by the ongoing arguing and the fact I still hadn't had my pizza to become the glue that held me together from falling apart. Overdramatic I know, but that's what you get for spending too much time with Mia.

"Bella, of course you a-" He said his voice more desperate by the second, but I wasn't ready to forgive him.

"I don't want to hear it! Go away!" I yelled while taking my phone and putting on some music on my Bluetooth speakers, putting them just loud enough so I wouldn't be able to hear the rest of his apology. If you want to treat me like trash, I'll act like it.

Ten minutes passed listening to sad love ballads while some unwanted tears found their way to my cheeks when I thought about the way Lukas desperately wanted me out if his way, like bringing your adopted puppy back to the shelter. Which made me think of all the possible reasons he would act like that. Maybe he thought we were moving too fast? Maybe he met someone at the shop today, someone more attractive, more his usual type. Maybe the sex wasn't satisfying enough which was my biggest insecurity with all his experience.

I put the volume of the speakers down a notch, and by the sound and the looks of it, Lukas was gone, and I still didn't get my pizza which was annoying. But just like the delivery guy was reading my mind a soft knock on the door sounded all the way to my living room.