Sorry
111. Sorry
🤍🖤💜 Jacob 💜🖤🤍
She takes me through a labyrinth of passages, and eventually we are out of the building. It’s a backyard hidden away in a corner. Definitely not easy to access. There are many students around. It looks like a party or get together.
”She came here half an hour ago. She must be here somewhere...”
“Thanks,” I say.
“I hope you are indeed her boyfriend…” she says, eyeing me again.
“If you harass her or something… We won’t be good to you, pretty boy. So be civil with her.” She warns and takes off with her friends.
I want to roll my eyes. But I don’t dare. I am glad there are people here who care about Natalie. It’s a safe place for her.
Suddenly a laughter bursts out in a corner and a voice booms.
“Such a naughty - naughty girl she is!”
Then I hear her laugh.
“I had to try!” she says. I can recognize her musical voice anywhere in the world.
“Now baby-girl, you are in trouble…”
I walk towards her. The crowd of students block my view.
“You! Natalie… Have to understand you are an adult now... When you lie… and get caught.. you have to face the consequences.”
“Alright… Bring it on.”
Then I finally see her and I freeze in my spot… Mesmerized by her. I am not sure if she has turned more beautiful, or she always was.
Last few weeks were so hard I thought I would never see her again in life. She laughs again, and I am just lost standing there. Seeing her feels like a fresh breath of air.
Some students push a boy in front of her and my trance breaks.
“Natalie! Lucas! Natalie! Lucas! Natalie! Lucas!”
And a realization dawns on me.
He holds her chin up, and I shake my head in disbelief.
“WAIT A MINUTE! What the fuck is going on here?”
The boy stops and turns his head towards me. He looks at me, confused, then at the flowers in my hands. Natalie doesn’t look at me. I am sure she heard me.
Fuck!
“Ohh… What do we have here…” the girl in the center drawls. “Have you been hiding a boy on the side, Natalie?”
Natalie finally looks at me with furious green eyes. Then she brushes past me and paces away from the party.
God, don’t tell me I fucked up again!
“Are you her boyfriend?” I ask the boy to be sure.
“Uhh,” He says.
“Are you?“ I snap at him.
“No!“
Thank Fuck!
I turn and storm behind her.
“Natalie… Listen!”
She doesn’t listen and keeps striding.
I grab her arm and tug her to face me.
She shrugs my arm away and snaps at me, “What the fuck do you want?”
I don’t know how to answer her.
“I expected a better reaction… To be honest!”
“Why?” She crosses her arms and her face is flamed in anger.
“Is it because we had such a lovely conversation last time?” She snarls at me.
I go quiet at her jibe.
“Or is it because you humiliated me in front of everyone?” She says, gesturing towards the ongoing party.
I frown.
“What the fuck do you mean by I humiliated you there?”
“You didn’t?” She challenges me.
I scoff. “You froze! I stopped him.”
Just unbelievable!
I thought it was obvious.
“They were bullying you to kiss him.” I add.
She shakes her head and says,
“Doesn’t matter… Now everyone will think I have a boyfriend, but still I am kissing around boys like a who-“
I drop the bouquet on floor and place a finger on her mouth before she can say the word. She stumbles back and her body presses to the wall.
“Don’t say that word.” I tell her in a low voice.
I haven’t forgotten June had called her that!
She blinks and I pull my hand away. I am caging her right now. The temptation to kiss her is strong, but I step back.
“Don’t use degrading words for yourself, Natalie.”
I hated she wrote the same word in the letter too..
“And about our last conversation… I am sorry.. I was being pathetic that day… Whatever I said to you showed my narrow mind and distrustful character, Natalie. It had nothing to do with you...”
Tears pool in her eyes, and she looks away from me. My heart aches at her silence.
“Say something…” I urge her.
She swallows and looks down at the fallen bouquet.
“Flowers are beautiful…”
“I let you down Natalie… I am sorry…” I choke out words. “Say something that matters not about the damn flowers…”
She probably didn’t want me here. My stomach twists at realization.
Are we beyond saving?
“You broke my heart Jacob…” she says and picks up the flowers. “Still, I missed you more than anything.”
Then she walks away from me, and it’s hard to breathe again.
“Without you, happiness faded away from my life.” I admit, as she takes a few steps away from me. I know I made her cry, and the guilt has weighed me heavily. She turns and looks at me for a moment, then says, “We need to talk. Come to my room.”
Hope flutters in my heart again. Is this my chance? I would do anything to make the best of it.
I walk behind her to breathe in her fragrance, unsure of what we will talk about. Which way will it go?
My arms are aching to hug her But, will she let me?
I want to sink my fingers into her hair and kiss her senseless. She is wearing a beautiful silk Black dress. I want to feel her soft skin under it. My urge to hold her is strong.
When I walk into her room. She closes the door and presses her back on it. Just like that, my mind goes into the gutter, and I want to press myself into her. So many times I jerked myself at nights in frustration with no relief.
To my surprise, she says, “Remove your clothes, Jacob.”
