Black & White (Colorful Sequel | H.S)|✔️

6

Okay, I felt bad for that short chapter so here's a double update!!! Feel free to point out typos!

A few weeks have passed since the whole thing with Niall and Sydney. I haven't seen her around campus, which is good for me. Now that I know she doesn't like me, it's a little nerve-wracking to be around her. Not to mention, she's snitched to Niall about Laine and I. Something tells me he doesn't really believe it though. Not sure how to feel about that.

I mean, I did break his best friend's heart. I'm surprised he doesn't hate me. Actually, I'm shocked he wants me to be in his life. He's too good for me. I haven't called him much since that night. I feel guilty, especially because it means so much to him. But, nothing's changed and I'm still wary about letting any of my past catching up to me.

The only people from my old life are Drew and Audrey, and even then, it's not like they're messing with my current life.

Now that I know Niall's girlfriend goes to the same college as me, there's nothing stopping him from showing up at my doorstep and colliding both of my worlds. That's why I have to keep communication to a minimum. He can't think it's okay to do that.

I feel guilty and it hurts like hell, but I can't falter from my decision.

After I freaked out on Mace, I apologized the next day. I even brought her flowers and a cupcake to show how serious I am. I blamed it on PMS and she believed me.

I'm chilling in my dorm on a Friday night. Yes, you read it right. It's a Friday night and I'm not going wild. I've lowered the amount of frat parties I've been going to since I found out the sorority girls all hate me. I don't blame them either. Dating the president of a frat is like the ultimate status. If anything, I feel guilty. I didn't mean to do this. I didn't even know until much later.

I eye Laine's jacket hanging on the back of my chair. He tried to get me to show up tonight, but I told him I wasn't feeling good. I don't want him to know the real reason.

Speaking of, he still hasn't officially asked me. I have no idea what we are. We have cute moments, but they're small. We haven't hung out too much besides our study dates and occasional parties, both of which can be seen as platonic.

I just wish he'd ask me instead of leaving subtle hints. I'm dumb and overthink every gesture. Not to mention, I'm awful at flirting. With Harry it was so easy. It was just expected we'd be together. With Laine, I have no idea what goes through his brain.

Speaking of, Sonia and Macy are at the party now. They felt bad for leaving me, but I assured them I was fine.

Just me and my Netflix. Quirky, I know.

A small pebble hits our window, followed by another. I slowly climb out of my bed and look through the blinds. Much to my surprise, I see Laine standing below, a fistful of rocks in his hand.

I open my window and poke my head out. "How'd you know which room is mine?"

He looks up and relief spreads across his features. "I didn't. I've tried every window on the girls' floors."

Oh my god.

I giggle at the gesture. "And if I wasn't home?"

"Well then you would've lied to me," he points out.

I playfully shake my head. "Good point. Why are you here?" As cheesy as it is to say, I feel like Romeo and Juliet on the balcony scene.

"I wanted to-" he yells, cutting off when he gets a weird look from a group walking past.

"Hold on," I laugh, closing the window. As I do it, another vision hits me.

Not again.

This time it's from when I lived at my mom's house. I giggled as Harry jumped out the window in only his boxers. My mom's footsteps echoed throughout the house, indicating she was coming. I quickly tossed out the rest of his clothes and he caught them swiftly. Before my mom entered, he blew me a kiss.