Page 92 of Little Broken Pieces

Aweek goes by of us staying at my house so we can avoid X. He never responded to my text. Things between Kohen and I have been great so I’m not too worried about it. We haven’t broached the subject of her being his ex-fiancé or his dad wanting them to get married. I would love to talk about it but any time we spend together we try to make the best of it. He is busy training for the next meet and that really limits the time we have. We both have a break this weekend so tonight we plan to hang out at home and watch movies. Kohen says he will cheat on his diet for me, which means tons of junk food. I changed his name in my phone to Handsome, it’s a weird nickname but I call him that more than anything else. It makes me feel giddy when I see a text or call from him.

Handsome: I can’t wait to see you tonight, Angel. Love you

Me: same. Counting down the minutes for this class to be over so I can rush home and shower. Love you more

The ‘I miss you, and ‘I love you’ come easy now. We did talk about that. The watch Kohen got me vibrates, alerting me that class is over. Come on summer break! I plan to get in tons of beach time.

Cora: We need to get some new swimsuits.

Me: I know, tomorrow? Me and Kohen have the evening all planned out.

Cora: gotcha ;)

Me: see you later, love you best friend

Cora: who do you love more me or Kohen

Me: YOU. Always you.

I shove my phone in my pocket before feeling it vibrate. Instead of pulling it back out, I check my watch.

Handsome: I can’t wait to fuck that dirty little mouth

It vibrates again,

Handsome: and that pretty pussy

Hypnotized by his dirty words, I bump into someone and apologize as I make sure nothing fell. Looking up, I meet a familiar pair of green eyes. Xzavien’s.

“Oh, sorry,” I stutter.

“It’s fine, gorgeous.” He flashes his pearly whites at me. “I miss you, though.”

My stomach flips and not in a good way. I don’t know if I should mention the text or not. I can’t even bring myself to make eye contact with him.

“I’m sorry,” is all I can manage to get out. I don't want to be seen making more conversation with him than necessary. He is trouble and even though I love the thrill of being a brat, this is not a line I’m willing to cross again. I texted him, I gave him the opportunity to reconcile this friendship and he didn’t. It’s probably for the best anyway.

“What’s there to be sorry for, gorgeous?” The mischievous smirk gracing his lips makes me nervous and I don't like it. I’m not doing anything wrong but the way he is talking to me and looking at me makes me feel like we are doing something wrong.

“I don't know, X. I’m sorry that you're such an asshole.” I shove past him, and he grabs my arm.

“Does Kohen know you texted me that night?”

I gulp. Of course, he’s been waiting to bring it up. Suddenly my surroundings catch up to me, and X shouldn’t be in this building. It’s the fine arts building. He is a sports medicine major. “Why are you even in this building, X?”

“I thought so,” he says, letting me go and walking away.

“Of course, he knows!” I shout. He doesn’t say another word as he shoves the door open and walks out of the building.

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I’m nervous as I shower, thoughts racing as my anxious body shakes. I finally have something worth losing and I’m terrified. Scared to death that X called him and told him that I texted him. I should have just told him myself the next morning but every time I gain the courage to, I chicken out like a little bitch.

A knock sounds at the door and I jump. “Alex, are you naked?” Cora shouts through the door.

I release the breath I was holding and my body relaxes, knowing its Cora. “Yes, I’m in here and yes I’m naked!” I shout back. I turn the water off and the door flies open, Cora not batting an eye at my naked body. “What ya doing?”

“Having a party.”

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