You All Along

Chapter 40

SONGS FOR THIS CHAPTER

Love Story (Taylor Swift)

Illusion (One Direction)

Fall For You (Secondhand Serenade)

Stockholm Syndrome (One Direction)

Heart Attack (Demi Lovato)

Really Don’t Care (Demi Lovato)

Happy (Pharrell William)

Jeff’s P.O.V

I knocked on her door loud enough for the other students to hear. “Elsa?” I asked, trying to keep my whisper. “ELSAA!” I yelled louder, and I heard shuffling and the a click. Elsa stood up, obviously just woken up by my knocking. “Jeff? What’re you doing? Why are you here?” she asked, slowly awakening from her sleep. “Let me in, please, not you too,” I remember saying. She slowly nodded, with no clue what I was talking about. “Are you drunk?” she said knowingly. “Where did y-,” she continued, but I held my finger up asking her to stop. ‘I don’t like Adam,” I simply said, plopping down on her bed. She looked confused but sat down beside me and said, “Why would you not like him? What happened?” and rubbed circles on my back. “It’s just, Layla and- Adam are roommates. And they are close, and I- don’t want to lose her. I mean-she’s my girlfriend, for fuck’s sake. Does he not get that?” I yelled. “So was I,” she muttered under breath. Though I heard clearly I still asked, “What?” “Nothing, the warden will be here anytime, I have to switch off the lights. Is that okay?” she changed the topic and I nodded. After she sat back down I asked her again “What did you say just now?” She let out a heavy sigh and took a deep breath before saying, “I was your girlfriend too you know, and you spent most of your time with Layla than with me,” and I could see her tilting her head backwards, even in the dark. “But Elsa, things didn’t work out with us. We constantly fought, and fought and fought,” I said, still not believing how I could speak something that made so much sense though I had drunk way too much. “No, we didn’t. Things didn’t work out because every single time, I came to see you or spend time with you, you were with her,” she argued. I stayed silent so she continued. “You’re really drunk; do you want to stay over?” I nodded, not really wanting to go back to my own room. I could feel the alcohol resurfacing as I fought to keep my balance but failed. I fell down and landed on Elsa. I shifted to the side, so she could lie down to sleep. I hit my head on the pillow, but sleep didn’t. I stayed there, laying still, my mind full of thoughts. Not of Layla, but of what went wrong with Elsa and I. I felt her hands cup my cheek and I shifted my eyes to see hers and she was looking at me, scrutinizing me. “What’re you thinking about?” she asked, and pulled herself closer. “About what went wrong with us,” I said, nonchalantly. “I miss you,” she said and this time pulled me closer. She lifted my hands and placed it on her thighs. ‘What do you miss?” I asked, obviously not getting the clue. “This,” she said, and pushed herself further into me and using her leg to pull me towards her to the point, there was zero gap between us, and crashed her lips on mine. With alcohol in my system, resulting me in not being able to think straight, I kissed her back. She was right. I did miss her too. I let the thoughts of Layla rest, as I began to embrace myself in my ex-girlfriend’s presence. Soon, I was on top her, shirtless and trailing a strong of kisses down her neck as she tilted her head back. She placed her hands on my chest before pulling away. She held me and stared at me in the eyes. I looked back at her eyes that burst with sensuality that we both had missed for so long.

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The bright sunlight flooded into the room and it took me a few seconds to realize that I wasn’t in my room. I felt someone’s leg across my abdomen and Layla’s naked self lying above me. She snored gently and I took my time to admire her beautiful features. Her tan skin, round eyes, and colored highlights were perfe-. Colored highlights? I shook my head and opened my eyes to see Elsa lying above me. Events from last night hit me like a damn train when I realized we were both naked. I scampered of the bed hurriedly, waking up Elsa in the process.  Because right now, waking her or not, wasn’t my concern. Did I just lose my fucking virginity to my ex-girlfriend? “Elsa please tell me didn’t have sex,” I asked her while she stared at me in confusion. She nodded slowly and said, “We did, Jeff,” and I ran my hands through my hair. I cheated on my girlfriend. Just because I was jealous. How stupid can you fucking get Jeff? “I’m so sorry Elsa, I didn’t mean to,” I said and began to find my clothes. “Hey, its okay, you’re done with Layla now remember, it is us again, Jeff. Just like before,” she said and wrapped her arms around my body. My eyes widened, and I pushed her off. “WHAT? Who on earth told you Layla and I are over? And it is not you and me again. It never was, and oh put on some clothes. I have to tell Layla what happened,” I said and opened the door a little, just enough for me to squeeze myself through. “WHAT? You can’t tell her, are out of your mind?!” I heard her yell as I close the door behind me. I have to apologize to Layla. Now.

“HEY BABY!!!” she cheered when she answered. “Layla, I’m so sorry, I did something wrong. Very wrong. And I want you to forgive me please. It was a huge mistake,” I could practically see her smile faltering as she asked, “What happened? It’s okay, don’t worry. It can’t be that bad,” and tried reassuring herself. I took in a deep breath not knowing how to tell her. I should shoot myself for this. “Layla, I lost my virginity to Elsa,” and didn’t say anything more. She didn’t say anything, and it scared the hell out of me. “Oh,” was all she said and I feared the worst. “I’ll call you back later,” I heard her say and I could hear her voice cracking. Great I made her cry. Way to go, Jeff. Way to go.  I nodded long after she hung up. Where would she go now? To Adam of course. I walked back to my room with nothing else to do. I deserve this misery for letting my stupid jealousy take over my actions.

After about 2 hours, I decided to Skype her. Surprisingly she answered in the second ring and I saw her sitting at her bed this time. She was looking down at her fingers. Her eyes were red and puffy and her cheeks were tear-stained. She had been crying up until I called her. “Layla?” I called out softly. “You cheated on me,” she whispered, still looking down. “Baby, I didn’t mean to d-“I was cut off before I continued. She looked up, sadness replaced with boiling anger as she said each word carefully, “Don’t call me that,” and I ran my hands through my hair, knowing I messed up really bad. “I’m sorry. I was jealous, and I drank too much, and I know my explanation is nothing compared to what I did, but please,” I begged her, as I ignored the single drop of tear that fell on my cheek. “Then why do you want to explain? What you were jealous of Adam and me? I reassured you a billion times, that nothing was going on and yet, you blame him for you cheating on me? How stupid can you get Jeff?” she flared. She was protecting Adam. “I...I know what…what I did was wrong, but won’t you forgive me?” I asked her again and she didn’t answer. I heard the door opening in Layla’s room and seconds later, Adam was in the screen too. He sat down beside her and put his arms around her and she cried on his shoulders. I was fueling this whole thing, again. Adam glared at the screen and leaned closer, Layla still on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm protectively around her. “We are not coming for Christmas. See you when we can see you,” he said and ended the call. We?  Wait, they aren’t coming for Christmas? Is that how badly I screwed up?

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