“Hi, Caleb.” I smile.
“Hey, Lilly,” he returns the smile. “How have you been?”
“Same old, same old,” I say. “How about you?”
“Been better.” He shrugs.
“Anyway,” Callie says, gripping his arm. “Lilly,” She turns to me. “Have fun at your boyfriends,” she winks before turning her attention to Caleb. “You’re going to fucking die when I show you this!”
“Notmy boyfriend.” I shout as she rounds the corner to her bedroom.
Her door slams shut, and I let out a sigh as I walk out of the door. Usually I’d drive to Greyson's, the hockey house is only a few streets over, but I felt like walking today…and I have no idea what possessed my brain to say“hey, why don’t we walk to Greyson’s because fresh air will be good for you”because I just know I’m going to regret it later when I have to walk home, but that’s a problem for future me.
And I could already hear future me bitching about it.
Hiking my tote bag up my shoulder, I watch as the leaves fall from the trees, my boots crunching into them as I walk along the sidewalk.
“Lilly!” The voice I want nothing more than to forget shouts from across the road.
Groaning, I pick up speed and act like I didn’t hear him.
What is he even doing in this area? He lives on the other side of Riverside, the “nicer” side as he used to refer to it as.
Hearing hurried footsteps behind me, I pick up speed and turn onto Greyson’s Street. This only causes the footsteps to get speedier, and I groan. One, why did I decide to walk instead of driving? And two, why the fuck does the hockey house have to be at the end of the street and not the first, or even the second house.
A hand wrapping around my arm has me shaking it off and taking a step away. “Leave me alone, Kyle.” I sigh.
“Lilly, please.” He begs, grabbing my elbow.
“No.” I growl, shoving his hand off me.
Four more houses.
“I fucked up, okay! I admit it. I was wrong, so fucking wrong. I shouldn’t have cheated on you. I regret it every day.”Blah, blah, blah.
Three more houses.
“You didn’t just cheat once, Kyle. It was multiple times,” I remind him. “And me? I’m the fucking idiot who took you back,multipletimes.”
Two more houses.
“I know,I know. But I didn’t expect you to end this—us—forever.” He admits.
Coming to a halt at the bottom of Greyson’s driveway, I turn to look at Kyle.
“What did you expect?” I scoff, folding my arms across my chest. “For me to act oblivious to the fact you were cheating on me? And what if we got married? Did you just expect me to turn a blind eye while you flaunted your mistress around?”
What the fuck did he expect?
“No, I—”
“Kyle,” I sigh, running a hand down my face in frustration. “You need to get it through your head that we’re over. I’ve moved on.”
“I don’t believe you,” he shakes his head. “You’ve always come back to me,always.”
Always? He may be correct. Heiscorrect. But I’m not the same girl I was back then, I’m different. And I know my worth.
Walking backward up the driveway, I pray I don’t trip. “And you know what I realized?” I don’t want him to answer, it’s a rhetorical question. “I realized I deserved better.”
