about the asshole who would
have the privilege of spending the next weekend with her.
On
the couch they settled in to watch The Wolf of Wall Street in their
usual position. Presley lay flat on his back while Sara lay on top of him with
her head in the crook of his shoulder. It felt just like old times. Perfect.
About
a half hour in, Sara stared up at him with her piercing blue eyes. She looked
just like a pixie. Presley pressed his lips against hers and they shared
passionate intense kisses. He stuck his hand underneath her tank top, running
his fingers gently up and down her back. Presley loved the moment as warm
sensations shot through his body, but it would kill him to share Sara with
anyone else. She had to make a decision and she had to make it soon.
Chapter 2
Monday
afternoon Harrison and Presley were perched on stools in the art room watching
Ava do yoga to a YouTube video projected off a screen at the front of her
classroom.
Presley
was kind of annoyed that he wasn’t getting her undivided attention. She gave
him better advice than anyone. It was level-headed and unbiased. Harrison on
the other hand . . .
“Dude,
Sara is way out of line. You’re letting her play you,” He told Presley. “She’s
made you feel guilty about being with other women so you’re sitting at home
alone thinking about her while she’s out living it up with some random guy.
What the fuck? Presley, you’re better than this, man.”
Presley
agreed with him to some extent. He felt like he was ready to give Sara his all,
but she wasn’t returning the favor. The thought of her with someone else made
him sick to his stomach.
Presley
cleared his throat. “Yoga Queen, can I have your two cents?”
Harrison
sighed because Ava’s advice was always the opposite of his—good advice. Ava
stopped stretching and sat cross-legged on her mat. Her thick red curls were
pulled up into a ponytail. When she wore her hair like that she almost looked
like a twelve-year-old because of her tiny frame.
“Pres,
I know this sucks for you,” she began. “It’ll all work out in the end. You have
to understand that Sara has been hurt in the past—”
“But
I didn’t—” Presley began.
“I
know you didn’t cheat like she thinks you did, but in her mind, you did so she
needs to be sure before she puts her heart out there again. Pres, if you love
her, it’s worth the wait. You two are like Romeo and Juliet, destined to be
together. You definitely shouldn’t be worried about this guy she’s going out
with. She’ll come back to you when she’s ready. What’s meant to be will always
find it’s way.”
Ava
said that phrase all the time. Presley wasn’t sure if he believed it.
Harrison
scoffed, taking some of Ava’s hand lotion from her desk and rubbing it into his
mahogany skin. “Man, you’re letting this woman wear your balls like a pair of
earrings. First, she thinks you cheated on her simply because one of her
friends said so. You guys had been together for years and she wouldn’t even
give you the benefit of the doubt. She broke your heart. None of that was your
fault. Then she teases you by saying she wants to get back together, but only a
little bit? Now she’s going to be spending time with some other dude while
you’re sitting around depressed about it. What do I keep telling you? This love
stuff isn’t worth it. You need to move on.”
Ava
glared at Harrison. “Ignore that, Presley. People are lucky to find someone
they love and want to spend the rest of their lives with and when you find that
person, you don’t let go easily. You fight for it. Harrison is going to die old
and alone with a multitude of STDs. Don’t listen to him.”
“Hey!”
Harrison frowned, looking gravely offended.
Presley
had heard enough. They were both right but Presley wasn’t about to be Sara’s
prisoner. If she wanted to see other people, so would he.
Chapter 3
Marcia
Fox, the American History teacher, clasped
have the privilege of spending the next weekend with her.
On
the couch they settled in to watch The Wolf of Wall Street in their
usual position. Presley lay flat on his back while Sara lay on top of him with
her head in the crook of his shoulder. It felt just like old times. Perfect.
About
a half hour in, Sara stared up at him with her piercing blue eyes. She looked
just like a pixie. Presley pressed his lips against hers and they shared
passionate intense kisses. He stuck his hand underneath her tank top, running
his fingers gently up and down her back. Presley loved the moment as warm
sensations shot through his body, but it would kill him to share Sara with
anyone else. She had to make a decision and she had to make it soon.
Chapter 2
Monday
afternoon Harrison and Presley were perched on stools in the art room watching
Ava do yoga to a YouTube video projected off a screen at the front of her
classroom.
Presley
was kind of annoyed that he wasn’t getting her undivided attention. She gave
him better advice than anyone. It was level-headed and unbiased. Harrison on
the other hand . . .
“Dude,
Sara is way out of line. You’re letting her play you,” He told Presley. “She’s
made you feel guilty about being with other women so you’re sitting at home
alone thinking about her while she’s out living it up with some random guy.
What the fuck? Presley, you’re better than this, man.”
Presley
agreed with him to some extent. He felt like he was ready to give Sara his all,
but she wasn’t returning the favor. The thought of her with someone else made
him sick to his stomach.
Presley
cleared his throat. “Yoga Queen, can I have your two cents?”
Harrison
sighed because Ava’s advice was always the opposite of his—good advice. Ava
stopped stretching and sat cross-legged on her mat. Her thick red curls were
pulled up into a ponytail. When she wore her hair like that she almost looked
like a twelve-year-old because of her tiny frame.
“Pres,
I know this sucks for you,” she began. “It’ll all work out in the end. You have
to understand that Sara has been hurt in the past—”
“But
I didn’t—” Presley began.
“I
know you didn’t cheat like she thinks you did, but in her mind, you did so she
needs to be sure before she puts her heart out there again. Pres, if you love
her, it’s worth the wait. You two are like Romeo and Juliet, destined to be
together. You definitely shouldn’t be worried about this guy she’s going out
with. She’ll come back to you when she’s ready. What’s meant to be will always
find it’s way.”
Ava
said that phrase all the time. Presley wasn’t sure if he believed it.
Harrison
scoffed, taking some of Ava’s hand lotion from her desk and rubbing it into his
mahogany skin. “Man, you’re letting this woman wear your balls like a pair of
earrings. First, she thinks you cheated on her simply because one of her
friends said so. You guys had been together for years and she wouldn’t even
give you the benefit of the doubt. She broke your heart. None of that was your
fault. Then she teases you by saying she wants to get back together, but only a
little bit? Now she’s going to be spending time with some other dude while
you’re sitting around depressed about it. What do I keep telling you? This love
stuff isn’t worth it. You need to move on.”
Ava
glared at Harrison. “Ignore that, Presley. People are lucky to find someone
they love and want to spend the rest of their lives with and when you find that
person, you don’t let go easily. You fight for it. Harrison is going to die old
and alone with a multitude of STDs. Don’t listen to him.”
“Hey!”
Harrison frowned, looking gravely offended.
Presley
had heard enough. They were both right but Presley wasn’t about to be Sara’s
prisoner. If she wanted to see other people, so would he.
Chapter 3
Marcia
Fox, the American History teacher, clasped
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