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Author: Lilah Morgan
last update Last Updated: 2022-04-21 18:18:31

Apologetic boyfriends and revenge plots

CHAPTER THREE

Alexa

It was a weekend again, and this time, I had the house all to myself. My parents were off for a mini vacation to a place they had let me choose for them, leaving me completely alone at my house. I rose earlier than the other days, doned a pair of shorts, matched with a baggie black shirt with the words "day off" printed on it.

I applied a face scrub for a couple of minutes, cleaned my teeth, rinsed my face, and then left it make up free. I cleaned my room, and then dashed downstairs.

My breakfast was simple, toast and coffee. Lord, whoever that made coffee was a genius. I don't think I would ever do without caffeine.

I hadn't made any encounters with hot stranger, aka Devon Prince, as I had come to know what his name was. Any time we crossed paths, we had both ignored each other, only secretly acknowledging each other.

Stacey had asked me to avoid him like the plague, which was hard, because he was everywhere. He had drawn himself so much attention from the very first day, something that wasn't very surprising.

Girls talked about him, did everything they could to get him notice them, but he didn't. Not that he wasn't polite, he talked to everyone that approached him, but his attention span was that of a gold fish.

And then there was that rebellious streak in his eyes. It literally made girls flock to him like bees to honey.

Nick was kinda irritated about the fact that half the female population had switched it's attention to Devon, and if I wasn't still mad at him, I would have felt sorry for him. For the meantime, I let myself enjoy the face he made whenever a girl mentioned Devon's name. *evil laugh emoji*

How did I know all this? I am a very observant person. And no, I wasn't stalking him or anything. I was just observant. That's all.

After my breakfast, I washed my dishes, then placed them on the rack to dry. I hadn't made any plans for the weekend, and boredom was slowly creeping up on me.

After a rough debate with myself, I opted for homework, since I hadn't finished this week's. It was kinda boring, I know, but i didn't what to fail. Besides, this was senior year, and I was hoping I could get admitted on scholarship to one of the universities I had in mind.

My parents had the money, but I didn't want to be that kind of rich girl that relied on her parents for everything. I wanted to learn from my mistakes, be independent, and above all, make my own money. I wanted to fulfill my dreams.

My mother had always told me the world was no easy place, and I had to prepare for it. Amongst all that, I had to learn to be humble, but then again, not let anyone treat like I wasn't worthy.

My dad only had one theme. Aim for the moon, if all else fails, you'll shoot a star. As a child, it had taken me a while to understand, when I did, it all became clear. Since then, I wasn't afraid to reach my goals, but then again I didn't raise my expectations so high.

My father had too warned me against counting my eggs before they hatched. I was grateful for my parents, and all that I had learned from them.

I reached for the text books I had bought myself so that I could study at home. They were quite helpful, and I bought them with my savings. I was pretty proud of myself.

I drowned myself in my homework for an hour or so, and I felt the impact on my eyes from reading for so long. I stretched, realising the tension in my body for sitting so long in one position.

"Gosh. I need a break." I mumbled to myself. I walked to my mini fridge, and grabbed myself a drink. Just then, I heard the door bell ring.

I checked the main house door camera, and from there, I could see Nick. I ran to the bathroom, and cringed at my own reflection. My hair was messy, and the rim of my glasses had left a mark on the bridge of my nose.

Quickly, I applied some make up, but decided to leave my baggy shirt on instead of changing it to a tank top.

It wasn't something I would do, but ever since Nick saw me make up free, he made a comment that didn't go well with me. I admit that it kinda lowered my self-esteem.

I dashed downstairs and opened the door, ready to give him a piece of my mind, but no, that's not what happened.

Instead, I was greeted with the biggest bunch of deep dark red roses I had ever seen. Slowly, the bouquet was lowered, revealing Nick's handsome face, wearing a mega watt smile.

I was pleased, but he still hadn't said the words I needed to hear. When Nick saw my expression, his face fell. I folded my arms, waiting.

"Babe, I'm sorry." He said. When I didn't react, he raked his hands through his blonde hair, frustrated. It didn't ruin his look, instead making it much better.

"I called you, I sent you emails, texted you, left a message on your F******k, I*******m and Snapchat but you didn't reply. Please forgive me. I know what I did was wrong but please, please. I'm sorry."

He looked sincere, and I kinda felt guilty about blocking his number and on all my social medias. Well, looks like it wasn't going to be that for long.

"Alright, but we haven't spent so much time together. You better make it up to me." I told him, finally smiling at him.

"Thank you so much, babe. I'll surely make it up to you." he replied, slowly pulling me to him. His lips landed on mine in a swift kiss, and just like any make up kisses, we took our sweet time.

When we broke apart for air, I was smiling and Nick couldn't stop telling me how much he missed me. He handed me the bouquet of flowers, and I received them happily.

"So babe," Nick said, his hands taking a handful of my ass, "would you like to go out? Anything you've in mind?"

"Actually," I said after thinking for a while, "I do have an idea."

For the rest of the day, Nick and I watched movies, or more accurately, we made out through the movies.

Eventually, I made dinner for the both of us, and after that there was another heavy make out session just before he left. I closed the door, and I slept with a smile on my face.

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Today, Nick picked me up, and we rode to school together. He didn't hold my hand on the way there, but I chose to ignore that. It wasn't like couples always did that.

The day was brilliant. I had my boyfriend back, and I was happy. Heck, Stacey and Devi had said I was practically glowing like a bulb, but I didn't care. I was happy, and that was it.

The day was going great, and I didn't think anything was going to ruin it. And boy, was I so wrong.

I was sitting on Nick's lap during lunch period, enjoying my food and the chatter around us. I knew everyone on the table since we had been a crew, although I was only close friends with Stacey and Devi, plus my boyfriend too.

My phone beeped, letting me know I had a notification. I pulled it out, noticing that someone had sent me a video. Since I couldn't play it out loud, I grabbed my earphones from my purse, then plugged them in to listen and watch.

He didn't. He didn't.

I almost dropped my phone as I watched the video, but luckily, everyone was so engrossed in the conversation they didn't notice.

I returned my phone to the purse, and pretended like nothing had happened, and I was still into the conversation like the others.

I turned my head in the jerk's direction, knowing clearly where I would find him. Our eyes met, and Devon had his legs crossed on the table, smirking at me. I gave him my hardest glare, and the jerk had the audacity to wink at me.

I turned my focus back to the group, and started plotting my revenge.

If it was a war he wanted, a war he would get.

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