“I’m sorry.”
He laughs coldly. “No, you’re not. You’re not sorry for cheating on me and you’re not sorry for breaking up with me either, so don’t pretend you are.” He bends down and picks up his box, ready to make his exit.
I call out to him before he goes, “Adonis.”
“What?” Irritation drowns his words, but he doesn’t turn around.
“These last two years, I don’t think I would have survived with any other man.” I mean it. I mean every word because I don’t think I would have. Him enabling me was wrong, but it gave me a strange sense of comfort too.
I watch as his shoulders slump and the back of his head nods before he walks out. Two years gone, yet all I can think about is how I want the rest of my years with someone else, a certain brunette.
***
For the next few hours, I study biology using the notes Adaline sent me, until the doorbell rings and instantly I rush to the door, opening it.
“Hi,” I say quietly.
“Hi,” she responds equally as quiet.
“You look beautiful,” I manage to mutter, even though the nerves are choking me.
She quirks her eyebrows. “You told me to wear my dirtiest clothes.” She is, she is wearing an oversized white-turned-grey shirt and camo shorts that look decade’s old. While I opted for blue overalls and a white vest underneath.
“You always look gorgeous.” I wink at her, gesturing her to come inside. As soon as she does, I close the door behind her.
“You’re being uncharacteristicallyromantic,” she smiles lightly turning to me, her eyebrows quirked.
I wait a few beats before I say, “I’m trying to show you that I can be better.”
“Juliette,” she says softly, “I told you, forgiveness takes time, but I’m getting there.”
“I’m just really sorry.” My frown deepens further, I want to say it all the time. I went from never uttering a word of apology to constantly wanting to apologize for how I’ve treated her.
I don’t realize how far I had repressed my guilt, I thought once it came out it would disappear just as quickly, but it hasn’t. It eats at me, coils at my very being. I’ll wait for her forgiveness forever if I have to.
“I know,” she says. “So stop trying to woo my forgiveness.”
I quirk my eyebrow. “The wooing stays, I’m a Kingston after all.”
“Oh yeah?” she hums, stepping closer and pulling me in by waist. Tingles rush throughout my body and I take the opportunity to encircle my arms around her neck.
“Yeah, you’re about to receive the full dating Juliette experience.”
“Does that come with cheating involved or…”
“Veryfunny.” I roll my eyes at her teasing and the chuckle that leaves her mouth. “I actually broke up with him today.”
I tell her everything; how upset he was and how cruel I was, but she just listens with a pleased smile on her face. She looks deliciously possessive and I revel in it.
“He’s not going to tell anyone is he?” she asks after her smile fades and she looks concerned.
“No.”
“Good,” she says and suddenly, her right eyebrow arches. “By the way, what did you do to Alex? He told me he got expelled.”
“Me? Nothing.” I feign innocence and suppress the fury I feel when she mentions his name. “I just let the administration know about his little drug problem.”
By that, I mean I paid someone from the Lacrosse team to plant some drugs in Alex’s locker. Clearly, he’s not a good captain, because I only paid around three hundred for his teammate to turn on him. Was it extreme? Yes. I don't regret it though, not for one second. I'm just annoyed I wasn't there to witness it in person.
