A Second Chance [Discontinued]

Chapter Ten - If At First You Don't Succeed, Cry--And Then Try Again

I tried to put a lot of effort into writing this chapter, and I can definitely feel it in my hands. But it was worth it. I know I left you guys with a cliffhanger last time and I wanted to give you what happened next. Hope you like it !

“I love you in the light.

I love you in the dark.

And my mind has been made up

Because you threw the sparks

That set my heart on fire.

And now the stars are falling from the sky.

They're on fire and fall straight into your eyes.”

            —Invincible by Tonight Alive.

Chapter Ten – If At First You Don’t Succeed, Cry—And Then Try Again

            “Fuck!” I screamed.

            “Babe, you okay?” Greg asked me.

            “God, no!”

            All the frustration that had been accumulating over the past couple of weeks had finally gotten the best of me and before I had time to rethink my impulsive action, I had punched the nearest wall and had been rewarded with what felt like a broken hand.

            “Calm down, Mackenzie. I’ll take you to the hospital, okay?” Greg said soothingly, already wrapping his arm around my shoulder and guiding me down the hall.

            Since the day Caleb had shoved me towards Trevor’s room so that I could have a face-to-face conversation with him, Greg had been my most loyal companion, which was strange to say the least. When Trevor saw me standing outside his door and I had made the first move towards possibly repairing our broken relationship, he had taken a few seconds to recover from the shock of my presence and then had turned and sprinted in the direction from whence he came. Completely devastated by his rejection, I had slumped onto the ground in a pathetic heap and promptly erupted into a fountain of pitiful tears.

            The surprise in the entire situation was that Greg was extremely sympathetic towards my plight.

            Greg was the smooth-talking, man whore roommate that Trevor had mentioned once or twice, and the reason why he hated being in his room. And while I found that Greg was indeed a smooth-talking man whore, he was also—shockingly—a steadfastly devoted and compassionate partner, if you will. During the course of the past couple of weeks, he had kept me updated on Trevor’s every move, letting me know when he left the room and when he returned, where he went, if possible, and also supplied me with a bounty of useful information.

            “Trevor likes pineapple and Canadian bacon on his pizza,” Greg had informed me a few days ago. “That’s the only way he’ll eat it. I usually bribe him with that to keep him out of the room when I have girls over.”

            Gratefully accepting this tidbit of personal information, I had ordered a large pizza with pineapple and Canadian bacon and the words “I’m sorry” scrawled on the inside of the box lid, and had it delivered to Greg and Trevor’s room at a time when I specifically knew that Trevor was there. From what Greg had told me, Trevor had taken one look at the pizza and then marched out of the room with the box in his hand. When he had returned, the box was gone and then he took off.

            Needless to say, his continuous rejection was extremely disheartening.

            My latest attempt to coax Trevor into talking to me—I wasn’t even aiming for reconciliation at this point—involved a lollipop bouquet consisting of only root beer flavored lollipops because they were his favorite, along with a hand-decorated card on thick, fancy paper that bore the cheesy words “I hope these make you smile because you make me smile.”