The door slams in my face, but not by who I thought would be shutting me out. A growl of frustration climbs up my throat, but I hold it back with a deep breath. An idea comes to me, so I pull out my phone and text the son of a bitch to get his ass over here and calm his woman down.
“You got some nerve showing your face here, fucker.” Mary’s muffled voice comes through the door as I repeatedly smack my head against the door frame. “Are you happy? I hope not, you broke her heart! I should rip that baby making penis off and stick it up your butt,” she shouts, then goes silent when I don’t respond.
Seconds later, the door cracks open with her tan face peaking through and hostile eyes glaring at me. She tries to slam the door in my face, but I place my hand against the wooden door and plead with my eyes for her to hear me out.
“Please, Mary, I have to see her and explain.” She must hear how I’m barely hanging on by a thread because she rolls her eyes and opens the door wider to let me through.
“She’s not here by the way, but you look… You're miserable too. Tell me why I shouldn’t kick your butt out of here and convince Kat to move to another school far away from you?” She crosses her arms, leaning back against her desk as she looks me up and down.
My pale faces at the thought of Kat leaving because of the fucked up shit I did and never being able to see her again. I look Mary straight in the eye, inhaling deeply so I say the right thing while standing in the open doorway.
“I don’t have a baby and never did, Mary. I need to tell Kat the story first before you, she deserves to hear it from me. Where is she? I’m just going to talk to her, and if she never wants to see me again…I’ll leave her alone, even if it kills me.” She tilts her head to the side as she stares at me for a long moment and sighs, striding to stand right in front of me.
“You love her.” It’s not a question but a statement.
“Why does everyone keep asking me that tonight?” I mumble under my breath, wondering if there is a love struck sign on my forehead or something.
“Who asked you?” she questions, placing her hands on her hips before looking behind me with a slight twitch of her lips.
Beast really needs to learn how to walk without stomping.
“Beast did, and he told me to man up, which I should’ve done three goddamn days ago.” She nods her head like she agrees with me, and walks past me to grab the front of Beast’s shirt to pull him down for a passionate kiss.
I’m trying not to interrupt their moment because I want to be on her good side, but dammit, I need to see my Princess.
“That’s my guy,” she says to Beast with a dazed smile, then she gestures to me without looking away from my friend, who starts to walk her backwards into her room with one thing on his mind. “You break her heart again, and I’ll be taking the bat that’s behind my bed to your hockey knees. She’s at the rink in the athletic department. She left half an hour ago after I kicked her out to get fresh air. Go easy on her…she’s not doing so good today,” she says, just before she shoves me out the door and kicks it closed in my face.
I can only shake my head as I hear giggling seconds later, but good for Beast getting his Latino goddess back. Glancing at my phone, I find it reads fifteen minutes before midnight, and unlike Cinderella's story…I’m going to actually keep my Princess before the clock strikes midnight.
27
Kat
With my hands tucked under my cheek as I lay on my side on the bed, I stare at the envelope Granger’s mother gave me. I’ve been doing this for three nights straight, but I don’t have the energy to move. I’ve been holed up in Mary’s dorm room, taking over her space and living in her bed like a hermit.
The first night, I got it all out of my system. Spilled every word Victoria told me to my best friend, who didn’t say a word until I was finished. Then she handed me an ice cream container and told me to cry into the bucket while I ate my heartbreak. That’s what best friends are for. She’s been yelling at Beast over the phone, and I kind of feel bad because he didn’t do anything to deserve that, but the thought of having him around just reminds me of Granger.
I miss Captain like crazy, and I’m not sure how that’s possible after all the lies. It’s still running through my head, and I don’t get how he could accuse me of seeing another guy, but it was plain as day on his face that that’s what he thought. Day two, I called Nadia and told her I have the flu so I could skip figure skating practice along with work, and curled up in the dark. I don’t have class until Wednesday, which should be fine as long as Jeff leaves me the hell alone, but Friday is going to be difficult. Being in the same room as Granger and wanting to be near him with every fiber in my being is going to be hard. I should hate him, but I don’t. In the back of my mind, I realize I should’ve let him explain, but maybe I’m just not ready to hear what he has to say. Sometimes you just need time, and I hope one
