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“I’m sorry-”
“Stop saying that!” I shrieked, stomping my foot in the process.
I hadn’t been this mad or hurt in all my twenty years of life.
“Olivia-” His hand came up to cup my cheek and I flinched.
My body felt hot and cold all at the same time and I hated him for it.
How dare he do what he did, then come into my dorm room, and kiss me again! And then my traitorous body had to go and enjoy it!
“I want you to leave,” I spoke softly, the fight draining out of my body. I felt exhausted.
“Please,” he begged, “let me explain. I thought you kicked Avery out so I-”
“I asked her to leave so you didn’t lose your man parts, I was doing you a favor, now get-”
His lips crashed against mine and I was pushed against the wall once more.
I pushed against his chest but it did no good, he was too heavy.
When he didn’t appear to have any intentions of stopping anytime soon, I bit down on his lip.
“Ow!” He pulled away. “I guess I deserved that, but it was the only way I could think to shut you up, so I could talk to you.”
“You can’t really talk when your lips are otherwise occupied!” I snapped.
“Everything okay in there,” the door opened a crack and Avery stuck her head in.
“It’s great,” I replied sarcastically.
“Watch yourself,” Avery warned Trace. “You hurt my best friend and I’ll hurt you.”
“Believe me, I know,” Trace sighed. “I can see my chances of fatherhood dwindling away by the second,” he looked between Avery and me.
“I’ve got my…” she paused, “ear on you,” Avery pointed from her ear to the door. With one last warning glare at Trace she closed the door.
“Can I please explain myself now without you trying to kick me out?” He asked.
I crossed my arms protectively over my chest, and skated around him, making sure I didn’t brush against him.
I sat on my bed and advised, “You can talk, as long as you stay far away, over there,” I motioned to wall across from my bed, which really wasn’t that far away in the small dorm room.
“Deal,” he moved back two steps and I breathed a sigh of relief. “I should’ve known this was your side,” he commented, nodding at my bed.
I guessed it wasn’t that hard to figure out which side was mine. My side was neatly organized while Avery’s side of the room was an explosion of junk. Makeup, clothes, and textbooks, everything spilled forth onto her bed, floor, and desk.
While I kept everything carefully hidden, and while my side was far from bland, it wasn’t like Avery’s side.
My bedspread was yellow, my favorite color, with a white flowery design on it. On the wall, I had hung framed glass words for a bit of decoration. Love. Laugh. Dream. I looked at the words everyday, wishing I had more of all three in my life.
My side was simple, but I liked it.
Simple, wasn’t a word in Avery’s vocabulary though.
Her bedspread was pink and orange cheetah print and the wall on her side of the room was covered in a huge poster of the rapper Drake.
The poster kind of freaked me out, it always looked like he was watching you, but Avery refused to remove it no matter how much I pleaded.
