Misguided Truths: Part Two (Misjudged #4) (23 page)

I need to get outta here and be on my own for a while.

It’s mid-semester break this week, and what I’d really like to know is why in the hell are there so many goddamn students around campus? Here I am, hiding between the music and arts building while Zach works his charm. Well, the charm he seems to think he has.

Come on, Zach.

Do I seem a little anxious to you? Well, that’s because I am.
Extremely.

Alright, I know I shouldn’t be here, and Zach made it clear that he didn’t think it was a good idea, but you see, I had to come. After what happened in Salem this weekend, I can’t stay away, at least not un
til I know she’s okay. I wanna be close to her. No.
I need to be close to her.

Because Neil
interrupted what was supposed to have been my way of making sure Alexis knew that I didn’t leave her, we had to come up with some other way of getting through to her. When I overheard Rach and Zach talking in the kitchen back at the cabin, about how bad she was and that she didn’t seem to be handling things too well, I knew that I needed to make it clear to her in no uncertain terms that I didn’t have a choice in doing what I did. But, at the same time, I had to be careful not to tell her any details about what happened when I got back to my dorm last week.

They made it pretty damn clear in both the threatening note they left
, and the messages they sent that under no circumstances was I to speak to or see her again. Well, if they thought I’d listen then they were fucking wrong. But, I’m being smart about this. I know they meant what they said, but like I said before, no one, and I mean no one is gonna keep me away from her.

Our new plan was to try and catch her on Saturday morning. I would’ve preferred that Zach had come here the day after he saw her down by the lake, but he said it wasn’t possible. Looking back, I know he was right
this time.

He said that if he’s seen around this place too often then it’s highly likely that he’ll be seen by the wrong people. So, Saturday it was. That was until she came out of her building with a case
by her side, making our new plan fold right there on the spot.

Zach called me right after he approached her
, and he told me that she was headed to her fathers. The problem with that though was that she wouldn’t tell him how long she was staying out of town. Now, by all means call me crazy, but I needed to know. How would I know if anything had happened to her while she was away otherwise?

I made sure Zach followed her out there, mainly
to make sure she got there safe and though she had some issues with her car on her way out of town, she did get to where she’d planned,
eventually.

Anyways, that’s not the worst part. Nope. The worst part was when Zach called me on the Sunday and told me someone had broken into her father’s home while they were out for the day. I mean, yes, of course, it’s better that it happened while they weren’t at home, but he told me that she looked pretty shaken up over the whole thing.

“Hey, how did it go?” I ask when I see him walking briskly down the alleyway toward me. “Any luck?”

“One set of keys to dorm one zero five, my cousin,” his smile is wide,
cringe worthy even. “That chick working on the desk in the Student Hall is fine!” Every woman to him is fine. He needs to be a little pickier. The chick he’s talking about, if it’s the same one that I think it is, reminds me a lot of that Lisa chick. Yeah, exactly.
Not. Good. At. All.

“What did you do? Tell her you’d call her?” I ask, and he shrugs his shoulders while raising his eyebrows. Yeah, of course he did. Will he? I wouldn’t count on it.

“Any movement out here?”

“Not a thing. So as far as I know, the whole dorm is empty. I should be able to sneak up there
and let myself in before anybody spots me, and then, well, I guess I’ll wait.”

He nods
, and then I notice that his whole demeanor has become more serious, “Just don’t tell her everything. She just needs to know for the both of your sakes that you love her and you’ll be back soon.” He passes me the key, and I slip it inside my pocket before pulling the hood of my black sweater over my head to hide my face. “I’ll stick around for a little while in case something happens. Let me know when you’re inside.”

“Will do, man, and
thanks.” I turn on my heel, and place my hands in my pants pockets, walking with my head lowered to make sure that I don’t get spotted.

When I make it up onto the fourth floor, I knock the door a couple of times. I know we both said that there shouldn’t be anyone inside, but I just wanna be sure.

I twist the key in the lock, and push the door open slowly before quickly glancing over my shoulder to make sure there’s no one in the hallway behind me. Once I step inside, I take a peek around, and see that there’s nobody home. I close the door back up and head straight for her room.
For our room.

The smell of her perfume hits me as soon as I step inside, and when I look around, I see all my things still placed around the room. A framed picture on the nightstand by Alexis’ side of the bed grabs my attention
first. It’s the one I took of the both of us on her birthday, right after I gave her the necklace. We were both lying on the bed, and I held my cell above us when I took it. We looked as though we didn’t have a care in the world, and actually, we didn’t. Yeah, that was taken a couple of days before I had to leave, though it feels like it was a whole lifetime ago.

I sit down on the bed
, and try to steady my breathing. I need to think. I need to focus on getting this right so we can be like that again. And, I know that someday we will be. Not being is not an option.

When I see the time
, I realize I’ve been here for almost an hour already, but just as I go to lay back on the bed, my cell phone vibrates.

Z: She’s outside the building.

That thudding sound? Yeah. That’s my heart kicking up a notch, pounding the shit outta my chest. Should I be shaking? Yes. I’m sure it’s normal for any guy to react in the same way as I am, especially when this could go one of two ways. She could tell me she’s over it and scream at me to get out before even giving me a chance to explain things. Or, she might, and this is a long shot, she might be happy to see me here and let me kiss her.
Damn, I need to kiss her so bad.
Not being able to taste her lips is like having my oxygen supply cut off.

See, I placed a note on the
pillow in my old dorm room before I left. It wasn’t just any note, it was a coded one. I couldn’t risk writing what I wanted to say in case they came back. Let’s face it, they knew where I was living or they wouldn’t have been able to leave theirs for me to find. They somehow had access into my room, so what’s to say they wouldn’t go back in there again once I’d left? The only thing that’s been plaguing me is if she hasn’t figured it out yet. From the way Zach described how she looked when he saw her down by the lake, I think it’s most likely she hasn’t worked it out.

Z: She’s headed into the building. GL.

One more deep breath later, I stand back on my feet and then walk over to the closed bedroom door.
Okay, just relax
. It’ll be—yeah, there’s no way I can relax right now. I clench my hands tight so I can try and stop them shaking by my sides, I hear the main door closing from the other side, and take a step toward the wall so that I’ll be standing right behind it when she first walks in the room. Zach didn’t mention that she was with anybody else, but that’s not to say she didn’t bump into someone on her way up here.

When the door opens, I hold my breath, and watch
as she walks right in. It’s so tempting to reach out and touch her, but I know that I can’t. Not until I know there’s no one else here. As she walks over to her desk, I slowly take a step around the door, pushing it closed without making a sound when I see she came back alone.

She’s facing the other way
, and has no idea that I’m even standing here.
Shit.
My throat’s getting tighter, and my stomach’s turning itself inside out from being this close to her again.

“Why?” My brow furrows when I hear her whisper, and then
I watch as she places something down on her desk.
The necklace
. I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have ripped it away the way I did. She didn’t deserve that. She didn’t deserve any of this, but then, neither did I.

Please forgive me, beautiful.

She turns around, and I notice her eyes widen when she sees me standing here. Zach was right. Damn I hate it when he’s right. She looks exhausted, and her eyes are red. Seeing her like this makes me wanna grab a hold of her and never ever let her leave my arms again. I need to do something. I need to say something.

“Beautiful.”

“Where …? I mean … What …? Is …?” This is the closest we’ve been for what feels like an eternity, but there’s still far too much of a distance between us; separating us. She looks surprised, shocked even. I take cautious steps toward her because when it finally sinks in that I’m here, I’m not entirely sure how she’s gonna react. “You … but you …”

When I’ve closed the gap
and I’m only a couple of inches away from her, I bend my knees until I’m staring directly into her eyes. If I can’t tell her everything tonight then I need to at least try and show her that this is killing me just as much as it is her, “Fuck I’ve missed you.” I lift my hand, and stroke my fingers over her lips, leaning forward until my lips are brushing against hers, but she doesn’t react.
Shit.
I need her to do something. I need her to do anything but shut me out like this. I rest my forehead against hers, and keep my gaze firmly fixed in her eyes.
See me. You know me.

She parts her lips,
and closes her eyes while wrapping her arms around my neck, pressing her body into me. When she slides her tongue inside my mouth and it glides with mine, she grips my hair tight, making the kiss intensify. The relief of knowing that she doesn’t blame me for what’s been happening floods through me, and I tighten my hands around her waist.

Having her back in my arms is the best feeling in the world.
I push myself against her, moving her backward until she’s pressed up against the wall. She drops her hands away from my neck, and reaches for my pants when I go to lift her shirt, stroking my fingers along her waist.

I grab her hands,
and stop her from being able to unfasten my belt because I need to explain. This right here, though I want to, Christ, I really fucking want to, I know I won’t be able to stay with her afterward. It’ll be too risky to be here for longer than a couple of hours, and I don’t want her to think that this is the only reason I’m here.

When I pull away from her lips, my breaths are heavy, and I notice tha
t she’s just as breathless as I am. I search her eyes, and see a slight sparkle entering them.
Yeah, my girl’s still in there.
This is what I wanted to see. I needed her to know that I didn’t go anywhere, and I can tell from the way she just kissed me that she already knows this. She sees me. I knew she would.

She grabs my shirt and pulls me closer, crashing her lips back on mine. I hesitate because I know what’ll happen if I lose control.
I need her to hear me out first, “Alexis …” I speak against her lips, she instantly opens her eyes, and now I know that she’s listening. “I don’t think—”

“I need you, Brandon,” She whispers, taking
her hands from out of mine before reaching over to unfasten the buttons on my shirt. Sliding my shirt over my shoulders, she starts tracing her fingers over my chest, lowering them further until she reaches my waistband.
Shit, I really wanna show her how much I’ve missed her.
When she moves her hand underneath my pants, I can’t control myself any longer.

“Fuckkkk,” I growl as her hand brushes over my dick, and that’s all it takes for my mouth to be covering hers again. I pin her hands above her head with my left hand, while tracing the fingers from my other down her neck
, and over her shirt, pausing when I reach her breasts. I don’t have a lot of time, but there’s no way I’m gonna say no now. Not a chance. Sliding my fingers in-between the buttons of her shirt, I hear the fabric rip, and see her eyes widen when I pull the shirt away from her body. I really hope that wasn’t one of her favorites.

I take a step back and
a moment to admire the view that's right in front of me, because let’s face it, she’s fucking incredible. I keep my eyes boring into hers, and allow my fingers to roam until I’m tugging her skirt up high around her waist. I see her close her eyes when I lean forward and kiss her, while moving her panties to the side. I listen to her quickening breaths when I slip my fingers leisurely over her before slipping one inside, and it’s now that I realize,
I’m home
. “Damn, I’ve fucking missed you,” I groan against her mouth.

I smile when I hear her moaning
from the way I’m touching her, and move my finger leisurely in and out, each time pressing a little deeper inside, “I love you, Brandon.”