How It All Began

Chapter 7

"I'll go get dressed." She smiles and walks to her washroom with her dressed.

She comes out looking all pretty and glamorous in the dress I helped her pick out.

"Thanks a lot for this." She says.

"Of course." I smile, "By the way, I forgot to ask but who's this lucky guy?"

"Oh, it's Carter."

My smile immediately vanishes.

"Oh."

I didn't expect Carter to be going out with her just few weeks after we broke up. I didn't expect him to move on this fast.

I'm not gonna lie, but this hurts.

God, what's wrong with me? I should be over that stupid prick!

"Hey, are you okay?"

"I uh just need a glass of water." Just then, the doorbell rings from downstairs.

It's probably Carter.

This reminds me so much of all the time he used to come for me for us to go out.

"Lexi, you look pale. You sure you're fine?" Belle gives me a concerned look

"Yeah, you should go, he's in." I say going downstairs with her trailing behind me.

"Zeke can drop you off." Belle tells me.

I nod, "Okay."

"Thanks a lot for tonight." Belle smiles when we're finally downstairs.

Zeke's sprawled on the sofa still using his phone.

I just smile at Belle and watch her walk to the door. I see Carter on the other side.

He flashes her a charming smile and when he sees me standing behind her from a distance, he smirks and lands a peck on her lips.

This is where it becomes too much. I run to the kitchen and I break down on the counter. I know this is the stupid for me to do but this hurts badly.

Carter has obviously moved  on such a short period of time and that just breaks my heart even more.

My sobs get louder as I hear their car drive away from the driveway. Just then, I hear someone walk to me.

Zeke.

He put a soothing hand on my back. Somehow, I manage to go closer to him and start crying unto his chest.

"It's okay, stop crying." He mutters softly in my hair as he strokes the small of my back.

"It j-just hurts so much." My voice comes out muffled as my face is in his shirt.

"It's okay." He soothes playing with the loose strands of my hair.

The house goes silent after my little sob section is over. I pry myself away from his now wet shirt.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry for that." I say referring to the mess my crying self made in his shirt.

"It's okay. It's pretty hot out here anyway." He says and just at that moment, he removes the tee from his body.

I immediately salivate.

Holy mother Mary, sweet baby Jesus!!

This guy is freaking hot!

God, I could lick abs, every little bit of it!

Okay Lexi, you sound like a creep.

"You - uh, I uh me you . . ." I say incoherently my eyes glued to those abs I want to lick so much.