The Big Move
Chapter 17
Sierra's P.O.V.
Three days has
passed, and Gabe still wouldn't leave me alone.
He
was very determined to get me back.
It's also been very awkward back at the dorm, since I've
decided to ignore Angie so I don't humiliate her every time
we argue, since my insults are ten times better.
I was in my room, wearing sweatpants and an oversized basketball
jersey, as the door rang.
"Get it!" Angie shouted from the living room, reading
on the floor.
"Why don't you? The door is right there, you gotta learn
to get off your butt before it gets bigger than it already
is." I smirked as I opened the door.
I groaned in frustration.
"How did you find my dorm?" I snarled at Gabe, who was
standing there with a bouquet of roses.
"Angie told me, we needed to talk, and you can't storm
out of your own room!" he said.
"You have 5 minutes." I muttered with clenched
teeth.
"Angie, would you mind giving us some privacy?" Gabe
asked as he gave her a wink.
"But I was going to make popcorn for this action." she
pleaded sarcastically.
"Get out." I mumbled.
"Shut up, you can't tell me what to do." she hissed
as she went into her room.
I sighed in disgust. "What do you want now?"
"I want you to dump Dylan and go back out with me." he
said simply.
I laughed a bit. "Now you're demanding instead of
begging? Sorry, but that won't work."
"Why can't you just take me seriously?" he
grunted.
I clenched my fists. "I'll take you seriously when you
leave London."
Gabe groaned in frustration and slapped his forehead. "Ugh
fine, I'm done trying to beg for you back!"
"About time." I murmured.
"It's time to finish what I started when you dragged me
away that day." he said softly.
He then tugged me closer to me and started sucking on my
neck.
I gasped, as he knew that was what we always did to end our
"perfect" dates.
"Gabe, stop." I whispered, practically moaning.
He didn't and proceeded to go to my cheek, and onto my
lips.
I didn't budge, nor I didn't push away.
It's like I wanted to kick him in the nuts, but I didn't
want this to stop.
I saw a figure walk in as they slammed the door shut.
I immediately pushed him away, but he held onto me, so we both
fell to the couch, laying on top of each other.
"What the f/ck is going on here?!" Dylan shouted, as he
dropped a perfectly good box of cake.
"I know this looks really bad, but I promise you, I never
meant for this to happen!" I shrieked, wrapping my arms
around his waist.
Dylan then stepped away, leaving my arms swinging to my
sides.
"Save it, I knew there was something fishy going on between
you and Gabe." he growled.
My eyes started watering, as I shook my head multiple times.
"Please don't say what I think you're going to
say." I whispered, with my voice cracking.
He looked at me sympathetically, but then proceeded to open his
mouth to speak.
"I'm breaking up with you
Sierra."
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art of hatred* · 1 decade ago
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OH SH/T NO