He sighed, sitting on the edge of her bed, his head in his hands.
"We have to stop this." He said, refusing to look at her face, it was too much.
"But…but why?" He could hear the tears welling up in her eyes. He needed to go. There was no way he could stay, he had to stop this.
"David. No. Please." She said grasping his arm in her petite hand. "Look at me David." She said, her voice was stronger now, and he knew he didn't have the choice to not look.
He turned around as slowly as possible, hoping something would interfere. But it didn't and he was left with her. She was so beautiful. Why did it have to be this way? What would happen if he could stay? He wondered.
"Why are you doing this?" He said softly looking at her small hand on his arm.
"Doing what?" She questioned, her grip loosening.
"This, Miranda, you know we can't do this anymore! I have a girlfriend for fucks sake, it's not like it used to be. We can't just have no strings attached sex anymore. It doesn't work that way. Lizzie's my girlfriend now." He knew every word coming out of his mouth was crushing her bit by bit.
"Why are you doing this to me David? Why can't you even look at me whilst I'm speaking to you?" He could feel the rising rage in her voice.
"I…" He trailed off.
"Look at me David!" She demanded. "You at lest owe me that!"
He couldn't. He knew when he did he'd see the hurt he had caused her. He couldn't do that too her. Not Miranda.
"Look at me David!" She repeated the rage becoming more and more obvious in her tone.
So he did. He saw the girl he loved, more than anything else. But the girl he just couldn't have. Lizzie was his girlfriend, he should have stopped this along time ago, yet he still carried on. Why? He knew what he had to do and it would crush him.
"Miranda, I love Lizzie, This, me and you, it means nothing. I'm sorry. I have to go now." He was right, it hurt, so much. It felt like his heart was being torn up into shreds. But he had to.
The early morning air was cold. The breeze blew softly against him. He could hear her sobs as he closed the door. It killed him.
How did he every get himself into this? He wondered shoving his hands into his pocket. Things were so complicated now. He recalled the first night he and Miranda had slept together. It had been after he recent break up with he abusive ex Shaun. She had called him late at night, he remembered it so clearly.
She called him. She had said she really needed him, so he went over to her place at 3:00 AM. He found her, bruised and scared. Then they got stoned. It was his and Miranda's dirty little secret. Lizzie had never known that they would occasional skip lessons to go have a joint in the woods near their high school. It all happened so fast, then he woke up, her small frame in his muscular arms.
For along time he had thought about Miranda, he had known he had some what of a crush. But things were complicated and didn't go as he had envisaged. He imagined after that night they would become a couple. But Miranda was whisked off to Mexico again, leaving David alone.
When she came back, they slipped into the habit of casual sex here and there. But now, well, he and Lizzie were dating.
When they had started dating a month ago, he had swore he would break his and Miranda's habit. But the other night, he had messed up. Now he was confused and anxious. He didn't want to hurt Lizzie, he had wanted this relationship for so long. But Miranda. He wanted that too.
"Hey!" He cheery voice rang down the phone.
"Hi Lizzie." He said, trying to sound as enthusiastic as he could muster right now.
"Are you busy?" She asked in her usual perky Lizzie way, if only she knew what had happened last night.
"No, anything in mind?" He tried to act normal.
"Well I thought we could go the mall, I have a bit of shopping to do." She giggled and added. "That's if my lovely boyfriend doesn't mind shopping."
If only she knew, would she still think of me as lovely? He wondered to himself.
"Of course I don't. What time?" He said, she was so adorable, he knew he was lucky. But there was just something at the back of his mind reminding him of Miranda.
"let say um… 1ish?" she giggled. He loved her giggles.
"Sounds good. I'll pick you up at 1." He said, his mind drifting.
"Ok." She giggled. "Love you."
"Love you too." With that he hung up.
He realised what he was doing. What's wrong with me? He thought. His life had become so uncertain. Now the only thing he could do was roll a joint and wait for some kind of answer.
Note: Hope this stories liked. Your reviews would be so greatly appreciated. I may add some other characters in just to complicate things even more! Yay! More complicated! So yeah. Till next time.