The Player's Game [Louis T. AU]

Chapter 27

-Louis-

Both Chelsea's and my forks were clanking against our plates as we scrapped up the last bit of our scrambled eggs

A loud sigh came from Chelsea's direction "I guess I better get to class. Thanks for meeting me so early. Breakfast with you makes my Thursdays a little better" She added

I smiled till my cheeks hurt from her comment "Of course. Anytime Chels. I'll toss your tray"

She blew me a kiss, then quickly scooted her chair back, making her way to her early morning class.

I grabbed our trays, setting them into the used pile. Crisp air hit me as I exited the cafeteria. The sun sending warms rays onto my face. I stuck my hands into my pockets, watching the leaves rustle as the wind blew through the trees. 

Derek came into my line of vision. 

"Hey" He utters. His tone firm

I slowly come to a hault "..Hey" I hesitantly respond 

He stops a couple feet away from me and folds his arms, holding a dominant stance

I turned my head slightly as I raised my eyebrow "What's going on?"

He pushed his tongue against the inner part of his lower lip "Monica and I broke up" 

"When?" I ask in disbelief

"This morning. She said that she needed to do some soul searching" he spat "What kind of excuse is that?"

"Wow, umm" I scratched back of my head, trying to think of something to say 

"So we got in a huge fight. I obviously disagreed with her excuse, and we faught for a good forty-five minutes until she said, and I quote" he now stood in a girly manner "I never want to see you again" he mocked Monica's voice

"Dude" I say, shaking my head in a disapproving manor "You should've just given her space"

"Not like it matters now. I don't want to see her again either" he said angrily. 

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Entering my literature class, I sit down in my regular seat, waiting for Chelsea to enter.

I pull out my paper on William Schaeffer, that our professor said was due today, out of my literature book.

Chelsea enters the room, making her way to the seat in front of me. Her hair is no longer soflty laying on her shoulders. It is now securely tied into a pony tail, swishing back and forth as she sits down. I smile at how cute her hair looks. I lightly tap on her shoulder

"Yes?" she turns around

"You look cute" I grin

"Well thank you"

"Welcome" I whisper with a wink

Before she fully turns around, I quickly grab her attention again

"So Monica say anything interesting to you today?" I say, wondering if Monica had told her yet 

"Yeah" She frowned "When I went to grab lunch, Monica told me everything"

"I'm really surprised it's actually over" I state, leaning closer to Chelsea 

"I know" She nodded "And now neither of them want anything to do wtih each other" Chels looked down "I guess all good things must come to an end" she uttered quietly

My heart sunk as she said those words. That's not true. That can't be true. All things don't have to come to an end. Chelsea and I are a good thing, aren't we? And we aren't going to end. There has to be a way that I can secure our relationship will last. We have to go further in our relationship to make it harder for it to just disappear.