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One month later

David lay in his bed at night feeling empty. Little did he know, Mary Margaret felt the same. She loved both Toby and David too much to bear it, she just couldn't win with the both of them. But it seems like every turn she makes is a mistake.

Meet me at the diner tomorrow, 8 o'clock. She sent the text and slowly drifted into slumber.

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He walked hurriedly to Granny's, awaiting Mary Margaret's presence. He ran in and found her sitting at a table, reading a book. Her short hair was just poking through her green beret and her cheeks were scarlet from the nipping cold. Her deep, hazel eyes were engrossed in her book. She looked up at him.

"Hi Toby." She smiled, but it wasn't her usual grin from ear to ear, it was somber and sympathetic. He sat down worriedly.

"Is everything okay?" He asked.

"No. I don't think I can see you anymore. I've grown to know you over these past few months, but I've fallen for someone else." He nodded and trudged away quietly, knowing full well it was her best friend. She sighed and put her head in her hands. She pulled out her phone and devised another message.

David, I've wanted to tell you this for forever and I couldn't wait any longer. I made a mistake choosing Toby and I want to apologize. If you're up for it, could we meet at the toll bridge?

She hurried to the school and pulled out her phone every few minutes. This wasn't like her, she thought, nobody could ever make her this anxious and fluttery and lovesick like David could.

That bell rang for the Friday to finally be over. She sighed and laid back in her chair. Sadly, there was still quite a few assignments to go through still, but she didn't mind if she got two days off, and a meeting with David later that night.

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She scurried to the darkened bridge with her coffee cups and muffins. She saw him standing there over the bridge tossing rocks into the water below.

"Hi," she said, handing him a paper bag and a coffee.

"Thanks," he replied. He sounded dreary and dazed. This wasn't like him at all. A silence followed while they drank.

"You hurt me," he said, "so how can I trust you not to do it again."

"Because I love you and couldn't hurt you any mor pe than I have already. I broke up with Toby because I couldn't stand the fact that he wasn't you. I hate everyone who isn't you," She said pained. He thought for a moment.

"I love you, but you crushed my heart into pieces. It hurts to love you sometimes."

"Then let me numb the pain," she whispered as she tugged his lips to hers, fisting his shirt in her petite hands. He let her lips go suddenly.

"You broke me. You were horrible to me." He said.

"I know, I was an ass."

"A huge ass." He agreed, grinning cheekily, then kissed her once more. They abandoned the bridge and made it back to David's apartment.

They crashed through his living room and somehow made it to the couch without breaking anything. Mary Margaret shoved him onto the soft fabric of a blanket and practically tore her shirt off, before ripping off his. She pounded on top of him and kissed him senseless, as he did the same. She dipped down to kiss his neck lovingly.

"I'm sorry I was a total bitch. I really am. I was stupid and foolish and blind. Toby couldn't match up to you in a million years." She whispered, and flipping her while distracted. She giggled pleasantly as he unclamped her bra. He worshipped her breasts, running his tongue over her nipples, palming her right st the same time, earning him a throaty moan. She tugged in his belt as he peeled off her leggings, kissing each bit of skin revealed to him. He kissed and licked his way up her thigh until he reached her silky black lace panties. He rubbed the fabric over her core and she groaned. She pulled him up to her and he shimmied out of his jeans. She grabbed him through the fabric, already a tent made there. He made an undignified noise at her swift fingers removing his boxers. He took off her underwear as well, tantalizingly slow, taunting her.

"Please, David," she moaned. She knew it was payback, but this was a cheap shot. She laughed as he licked her in her core, darting his tongue in and out and brushing against her clit. She was close, so he adjusted himself over her and thrust in mighty fast, at which she drew in a sharp breath. He developed a rythym, which she met. She circled her hips and bit her lip, making him growl.

All in all, they had a pretty good night. And this time, no more relationships other than theirs.