The noise stopped as I reached outside. I could finally breathe in the now cold air. I leaned against the wall, my head still bent between my legs. There was no more.. that I could do.
And I won.
Clay's words rang so loud in my ear. My head pounded with those three words and I couldn't believe it.
That wasn't something that I did easily.
And then it came.
I leaned over and vomited everything that I had eaten out on the concrete. I clutched my stomach as it continued to come and splatter all across the pavement.
"I got you." I felt two hands slightly grip my hair from around my neck and hold it back from my face. "I got you."
I leaned up and then back against the wall. Mike stood beside me, handkerchief held out for me. Taking it, I wiped my face with it. My eyes never left his and his never left mine.
He tilted his head to the side and just observed me. He removed my hair from his hand and stood in front of me. He pulled the now vomit filled handkerchief away from me and threw it on the ground.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me upright.
"You're going home with me tonight." Coming from Michael, that was a demand.
My eyes narrowed, and I shook my head. "No. I'm not."
"Really?" He asked. "You're going to go home and face your father tonight? You're going to go home just to be alone tonight?" I clenched my jaw. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Let's go."
I glanced back at me as people were spilling out the main door of the ballrooms. My father as well as Angie were among them, glancing in every which direction. From where Mike and I were, there was no way that they could see us.
Mike looked to where I was looking.
"I can't just leave and say nothing, right?"
"Shoot them a text." He looked at me. "Let's get out of here."
I had only been to Michael's house a few times when we were together. The last time I came, he lived with his parents in Milton, the second largest town in our three-town sector. Now, he lived in Rona, in a medium-sized loft.
Coming inside, I was led straight into the living room. He flicked the lights on and I was astonished. The couches were sleek, as if no one had ever sat on them. It was a two-story loft and from where I stood at the front door, you could see his bedroom on the second floor. It was surrounded by a glass dome. It was a large space that had not only his bed, but a bookshelf as well as floor to ceiling windows that were covered with heavy white curtains.
Further inside, on the first floor was his kitchen. The appliances looked like something out of a futuristic magazine. His bar table stood with three bar chairs on each side.
I took my chance and walked through the loft and explored it.
"Your place is nice."
I heard him chuckle. "Yes, because your gawking and wide-open mouth didn't tell me that already."
I smirked as I looked back at him. He had loosened his collar and placed his bow-tie on the coffee table.
I finally realized what I had done. I had gone home with Mike Sutter. I felt my insides turn to slime and my face burned.
The last time that I was alone with him in a manner like this, bad things happened, and we broke things off. Then I didn't see him for the next two years. Our relationship had fallen apart in one night. The rest of the school year after our issues broke free were difficult. He didn't try to talk to me, nor I to him.
Mike walked closer and I could tell he knew what I was thinking. He ran a hand through his hair, unable to meet my eyes.
"Would you like to shower?" He asked.
I nodded, not able to find my words.
He took me past the kitchen and up the stairs to his living area. On the opposite side of his bed was a door and he led me in. The bathroom was dimly lit with a nice vanity to my right and a shower right in front of me. The shower was obviously a shower for too. It went all the way from the ceiling to the floor standing up. To the right of it was a built-in shelf that had towels, soaps as well as many other things. To the left were the towel hooks that had two big towels hanging down from it. There was a spotlight right inside the shower as well as one above the vanity.
"There are towels, as you can see. I have spare toothbrushes in the drawer beside the toilet. I'll take the shower downstairs."
"This place has two showers?" I muttered. I turned and looked at him. "How can you afford something so nice?"
"I have a job," he said, sarcasm evident in his voice. He walked past me and messed with the nozzles on the shower.
"You would know that if you asked me anything about me."
"I've never really cared," I muttered. I turned towards the sink and started to take my jewelry off as well as removed all the bobby pins that were in my hair. Leaning down, I released the straps from my shoes and stepped down from them. I let out a sigh of relief; heels are not my thing.
I turned, leaning on the counter and noticed that Mike had been looking at me the whole time. He had gotten the shower on for me and was leaning against it, glaring at me.
"You look beautiful tonight." He looked at me, crossed his arms and tilted his head. "Even now." I didn't know what to say. I was stunned, as I should have been. He continued, despite my lack of communication. "As I was saying, I want to apologize."
His words abruptly stopped as we looked at one another. He was about to apologize, I realized that, but was this something that little, broken ole me had to deal with today?
"You don't have to do this right now," I said. I leaned up from off the sink. "You don't have to apologize to me now, because you're only doing it because next week is your last week helping Adam and then you'll be gone. You don't have to apologize to me because after next week, you won't see me again."
His face crumpled. He looked down and away from me. I stood there, almost regretting what I said. But I couldn't.
I couldn't let Mike just waltz his way back into my life again as he usually did. I couldn't allow him to just waltz into my life for a week, get me back, only for him to just leave like I was nothing to him. I already had so much going on in my life and the thought of him leaving next week made me relieved.
Seeing his rugged appearance every day made me realize I wasn't over him. I felt like that stupid little freshman that I was two years ago. I felt that hold that he had always had on me and it couldn't be like that. I invited him to help and I was supposed to be in charge, I was supposed to have the upper hand. And I was slowly losing it.
"Briana don't do this. If we don't fix this now it won't ever be fixed."
"Maybe it's a good thing," I snapped. I hadn't realized how my thoughts had made me get so upset, but here I was. "Maybe it's a good thing because... You do this thing, Mike. You just come to places that I am, and you just take over. You're like a plague. And everyone gets affected."
"What do you mean, Bri? You invited me here. I didn't ask to come, you needed my help." He had leaned up off the wall and was now using his hands in grand gestures as he spoke.
"But you wanted more than just to help me. You wanted to come here and get me back."
"Yes!" He screamed. "Yes, because I hadn't seen you in two years. You, the girl whom I loved who left me."
"I had every good reason to leave you!" I realized that I had leaned up off the sink as well and had been pacing closer towards him. "You had sex with me and then shared whatever details and pictures that you took to your stupid football jocks."
He was so close to me. I shoved him, as hard as I could. I was fighting back the tears. This was the first time that I had ever spoken of it again.
"You almost soiled my reputation with everyone. And then you stopped talking to me." I was still yelling, but I didn't even care at this point. "And when I confronted you at your house, you left me hanging. You wanted to look so cool in front of your idiot friends." I bit my lip and looked away.
The bathroom was silent, with the only noise being the shower that was still running. Mike was standing on the opposite side of the bathroom, still bewildered that I had pushed him.
"God, I was so angry at you for such a long time. I was so angry at everything that you had done to me, but damn." I looked up, doing my best to keep any tears from spilling. "We had such a good year before that happened." I looked at him. "You were my first everything and you make me never want to ever give myself to anyone again."
A pained look crossed his face. He clenched his jaw, stalked out the door and slammed it shut.
I turned around and leaned against the sink, my head hung low. I felt the sink buzzing and realized it was my purse. Fishing in my purse, I found my phone. James was calling.
"Briana are you safe?"
I smiled. "Define safe."
"Oh God, they kidnapped you. The Roswell's."
I snorted. "They didn't. Someone else did." I turned around and leaned against the counter. "Speaking of, I was wondering if you could come and get me? I can turn my GPS locator on."
"Sure. At least then I would know that you're really safe." I heard some bustling around. "Do you want to go home?"
I sighed. "No, I shouldn't." I shook my head. "Long story short, my dad was at the gala and we got into an argument... and I..."
"No worries. My parents are on their honeymoon for the entire weekend and next week. You can come stay for as long as you'd like."
"Anything for you." He sighed. "I'll text you and let you know when I'm on the way.
He texted about fifteen minutes later.
I had sat in the bathroom for the whole fifteen minutes, shower still running. All I could do was replay the conversation that I had with Mike in my head over again. I was happy that I had gotten out all the frustration and anger that I had been feeling towards him, but now I was left with different feelings.
I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
Emerging from the bathroom with my shoes and jewelry in hand, I noticed the pitter-patter of the rain against the floor to ceiling windows. The rain wasn't coming down hard, but it was coming down at a good pace. I walked out of his room and was about to head towards the staircase when I heard voices.
Who else could be here?
They were all very subtle, but I could make out Mike's and a female voice.
I walked from towards the steps and through the glass dome, I noticed that they were sitting with their backs turned to me. I pitter-pattered down the stairs quietly and rounded the corner.
"I didn't mean to ditch you at the gala," Mike's voice smoothly said. "I had pressing issues."
"This is like this fifth time that you've had pressing issues. I get that helping Adam was a promise that you wanted to keep, but I thought I was important to you."
"And you are."
I stepped on a creek in the floorboard, alerting their attention. Mike turned around first, noticing that I was still dressed in my dress. He frowned at me. The female turned around and I raised my eyebrows, shock evident on my face. The shock on her face mimicked mine.
"Briana," she heaved out.
"Amelia," I muttered through clenched teeth.
Mike sighed and looked down. He knew he had been caught.
"What are... what are you doing here?" She paced around the couch and towards me.
"I could ask you the same." I shot Mike a look. He still didn't look at me but looked at Amelia.
"Amelia's just leaving," he said.
Amelia glared at him, fury flashing on her face.
"What a coincidence," I started. "So am I." Mike finally looked at me, a stone-cold expression raised on his face. I found my footing and walked down towards his living room and past Amelia. I passed by Mike and he grabbed my arm.
"Don't do this." I searched his eyes. "Please."
"I'm not doing anything that you haven't already done." I jerked my arm and walked briskly towards the front door.
I have decided to continue this story! I have so many chapters written and it is totally going in a way different direction that I thought it would and I'm excited!!
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