:Roommates
Chapter 16
"Hello?" Brett answered after the forth ring.
"B-Brett?" I asked, sniffling.
"Carson? Is that you?" he asked, with his voice sounding confused.
"Yeah. Could you come pick me up?" I asked, wiping a tear away.
"What? Where are you?"
"Downtown, outside of Starbuck's." I muffled.
And with that, he hung up on me.
I put my phone back into my clutch, and pressed my head against my palms. I knew tonight was suppose to end up bad, but I didn't know it would end up this bad.
I sat on the curb of Starbuck's for another fifteen minutes, until a black BMW pulled up to the corner of Starbuck's.
Brett came rushing out of the car, and pulling my arm up.
"Let's go back to campus." he quickly said, dragging me behind him.
He threw me in the passenger seat, and buckled my seatbelt, as I tried not to look at him. He probably thought I was useless and stupid.
He started the car, and made a U turn to head back to the dorms.
Without a sound, I stared out in the windows, examining the street lights on the sidewalks.
The whole ride was silent, which only made things worst.
He parked in the parking lots, and we both got out, with him making the lead back to the East side building.
We got in the elevator in silence, and went back to our dorm.
I went straight to my room without saying a word to him. Everything was just happening so fast, I didn't know what to do.
After thirty minutes of tossing and turning in my bed, I decided that I had to talk to Brett.
I couldn't ignore him any longer. It wasn't fixing any problems.
I tip toed outside of his door, next to mine, and lightly knocked.
When I didn't get an answer, I twisted the knob, and pushed the door open swiftly.
Brett was laying face up on his bed, with headphones on.
When he saw me, he looked confused, but he took his headphones out, and tossed them to the corner of his bed.
"Brett. I think we should talk now." I softly whispered.
He looked at me with his glowing blue eyes, which I wish I had.
"Come here." he said, patting a spot on the bed next to him.
I walked over to his bed, and sat myself down on the edge.
Everything was silent for a minute, until I spoke up.
"I'm sorry." I whispered.
"For what?" he asked, genuinely confused.
"Pushing the problem away. I should've let you explain before I jumped to conclusions." I said.
"That's funny, because I think I should be saying sorry." he said, shrugging his built shoulders.
I gave him a small smile. "Let's just, forget things. Okay?"
He nodded. "So, what's up with the fancy red dress?"
I blushed, and I swore my cheeks were the color of my dress. "Fancy dinner with Nate. Didn't turn out so well."
He chuckled. "Well, I can see that."
"Shut up." I said, lightly pushing him.
"Nate's a jerk." Brett mumbled.
"I see that now." I pointed out.
"Good. You were just too blinded by love." he teased.
"Hey, hey. Don't ruin the deep moment." I said, smiling.
"Well, there's-"
Brett was cut off in his sentence with the door knocking. I frowned, as we both got up to answer it.
Standing there was a pretty, tall, thin, model like girl.
"Brett!" she said, jumping in his arms.
I raised my eyebrow at him, but smiled.
He rolled his eyes, but smiled back at me.
I mouthed to him, "Get some."
He broke out in a big smile, and mouthed, "We'll see."
I giggled, and went back inside my room. Tonight was a long night, but it was definitely worth it in the end.


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