5.

Roman's POV

I know I shouldn't have followed her back into the house. But I did, I couldn't help it. I needed to talk to her. It's been five years since she left and three days since she's been back and she hasn't said a word to me. I'm going fucking crazy. I need to talk to her.

I made my way into the clubhouse and immediately took the stairs two at a time. Once I was on the second floor I took the long hall, leading to her room and saw her standing with her back faced towards me.

Her long blonde hair was gone, and was replaced with a wild dark mane, much more her style. She hadn't noticed I was following her until I lightly pushed her into her room and locked the door behind us. I put my hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming and leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"It's okay, it's okay. It's just me," I said finally releasing her, allowing her to turn around. When she did, I was immediately sucked back into her clear eyes.
"What do you want, Roman?" She asked as she took a step back, crossing her arms over her chest. She stared into my eyes and for a moment, I was lost in hers. I think she might've noticed because she turned away from me. She walked over to her window overlooking the garage where some of the guys worked.
"I just wanted to talk. It's been a long time, Angel…" I said as I closed the distance between us. "Why did you just leave like that?" I whispered, although I always knew it was my fault.
"Got kind of hard watching you and that pink-haired slut all the time," she confessed and I hung my head, shamefully. I knew Sasha was just a consolation prize for not having Angel. I knew I'd never be enough for her and with Sasha… I honestly didn't give a fuck about that with her. Angel was just different.

"Guess she's a blue-haired slut now. I can't believe you're actually dating a smurf," she continued and I chuckled out loud. She turned around and looked up at me with a smirk.
"Same smart-ass as always," I said as I tucked a piece of her jet black hair behind her ear. "Although I guess some things have changed." And with that I cupped her face gently, sucking and nibbling on her lips, remembering her sweet taste all over again. I was a little disappointed, but not shocked when she pushed me away a moment later.

"What the fuck, Roman?! You can't just come in here and kiss me like-."
"Like I'm not still in love with you? Because I am and you know it, Angel," I said, cutting her off. My face stung a second later when she slapped me. I rubbed my cheek, alleviating the sting as she spoke.
"Stop, okay?! Just stop! You wanna know why I left, huh? You wanna know the reason why I couldn't be here anymore? Take a look in the fucking mirror. Seeing you and Sasha being all lovey-dovey in the clubhouse… I couldn't do it. So I left. I had to get over you," she said staring at me.

I knew I hurt her and I knew I was the reason she left, but I never thought she'd actually get over me. As she walked past me out of her room, the reality of my new living hell finally set in with her final words.

"And you're still fucking with her."

Fuck.