Lennox
I rushed outside as fastas I could, I needed to get away from Mason and Nicole. I couldn’t believe he didn’t break up with her.
Did he change his mind or did something stop him from what he was trying to do? I am about to break down and can’t let them see it. I am stronger than the eighteen-year-old girl who left here.
Approaching my car, I noticed Alissa and Dane were still talking.
“Sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt whatever this is, but we need to go.” I unlocked the car and took my seat behind the wheel.
Alissa opened her door, but Dane stopped her by grabbing ahold of her wrist. “Will you please talk to me before you leave?”
“I will try.” Alissa shook off his hand and quickly got in the car.
I started the car and pulled away as fast as I could.
Dad and Kathryn were already in bed when we came in, so we made ourselves at home. I made Alissa and I a bowl of Easy Mac and grabbed us both a bottle of water from the fridge. Alissa brought up Netflix and we started The Blacklist where we left off.
I took a seat on the couch next to her and handed her a bowl and a water.
“Thanks.” She took the items I was handing her without glancing away from the TV.
“Your welcome,” I answered before taking a bite and engrossing myself in Red and his crazy tactics.
It was funny how a year before, Alissa and I were partying with big celebrities, going to the hottest spots in town, and constantly being hounded by press or fans, to hiding out on my dad’s couch.
I never thought that Mason would sleep with me and then not break up with Nicole. I knew Mason and he wouldn’t hurt me.
Unless, he was trying to get back at me for leaving him. No, Mason wouldn’t do that. The Mason I used to know wouldn’t do that. I’m going crazy. The truth is, I don’t know Mason anymore.
I would’ve liked to think that Mason hadn’t changed. That he was still the sweet, honest, and most trustworthy guy I had ever known. I had changed over the five years I wasn’t with him, I was sure he had, too. I was beginning to get a headache from constant overthinking. I let out a sigh.
“What’s with you?” Alissa asked.
I sat my bowl down and turned toward her. “I don’t know what to do.”
“What do you mean?” She turned toward me, giving me her full attention.
“Okay, Mason and I were together before I left to start singing. Every day since then, I have regretted leaving him. He was the love of my life. Then, we kind of hooked up and he told me everything I wanted to hear. He was supposed to break up with his girlfriend yesterday, but I saw them at the bar tonight and I could tell that they didn’t break up. So, what do I do now?”
“Have you talked to him? Maybe he can explain. Maybe, he was about to break up with her.”
“No, I haven’t talked to him. I guess I should before jumping to conclusions.”
“Problem solved.” Alissa picked her bowl up and turned back to the TV.
I picked up my water and took a drink while watching her. I could tell something was going on. I had to know what happened with her and Dane. “You have to tell me what is up with you and Dane.” The words came out in a rush.
“No, I don’t.” Alissa didn’t take her eyes off the TV.
“Are you kidding me? I just told you everything.”
Alissa let out a breath and turned her eyes to me. “Dane and I used to date and we planned on getting married. We were young and stupid,” she rolled her eyes. “He bought a house and started to fix it up, but his dad had a fit. He said we were too young to get married and he wouldn’t support us. They got in a fight and Dane ended up moving out when he was seventeen. I was basically homeless, so I moved in with him and things were good for a while. We had parties, a lot. We were young and on our own and didn’t have to answer to anybody,” she took a long breath like the next part of the story was hard to talk about.
“It got to the point where we were partying more than anything else and I noticed Dane was getting too comfortable with this girl, I don’t remember her name now. I thought he was cheating on me, so I cheated on him. When he found out, it was a big blow up fight. I was too hard headed to just admit that I screwed up. Long story short, we broke up and I moved to Tennessee to start over. A few years later, I met you.”
I sat watching her with my mouth wide open.
“What? I know you have something to say.” Her glasses fell down her nose just a bit and she peeked at me from over the top.