Getting Back at 'Mr Right'

5. Talk That Talk

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The meeting with James.. ohhhhhh!

 Picture on the side is of Milly's outfit :)

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Getting Back at 'Mr Right'

Talk That Talk

I hung up the phone on him and put it back on the desk, thinking about what I’d just agreed to. A debate was ongoing in my head and I needed to talk to Kaira, I needed her advice. Standing from the desk chair, I walked out of my bedroom and towards Kaira’s where she would most likely be on her laptop, looking at her favourite clothing site. I knocked on the door and walked inside, not waiting for an answer.

She looked up. “Hey Mill, what’s up?”

“James just called” I told her, straight to the point, biting down on my lip, noticing how often I did it.

A look of pure anger crossed her face at the mention of his name and she clenched her fists; she was a great friend. “What did he say?” She asked me through gritted teeth.

“He wants me to meet him tomorrow” I took a deep breath “And I said yes.”

“Why did you do that Milly? You know how much he’s hurt you!” She wasn’t happy at all, and she stood up from her bed, wondering over to me. “I don’t understand why you even want to see him!”

“I don’t want to Kaira! I have to know what he wants, he wouldn’t call me out of the blue for no reason. I told him I never wanted to see or talk to him again and he agreed” I told her, trying to calm her down. Getting mad easily was one of Kaira’s weaknesses.

She thought for a minute before speaking again. “Fair enough. I’d be curious as well. Just don’t do anything stupid Mills.”

Opening her arms, she walked forward to hug me, and I hugged her back, needing her support. I knew exactly what she meant by not doing anything stupid. Around him, I was vulnerable. I knew it, James knew it, and so did Kaira. However, after everything he’d done, there was no way I was going back to him. Not in a million years.

* * *

I woke up feeling refreshed and happy; that was before I realised where I was going. Meeting James, talking to him. Covering my face with my hands, I went over the possible things he would want to talk to me about, and the only one I could come up with was to give me some of my stuff back… But I’d taken everything with me?

I groaned and forced myself out of my bed, missing its warmth and comfort right away. My phone was on my bedside table, so I picked it up and checked the time; 10:36. That gave me just over an hour before I had to meet him, and I already felt sick from the idea.

Kaira came bouncing into my room, her usual bubbly self, smiling broadly. “Morning Roomie!”

I just made a gruff sound and sauntered over to my closet, roaming around the many outfits I could choose. Feeling Kaira’s presence behind me, I stepped aside and let her look around, before she finally decided on my attire for the day.

“Here, this is perfect” She handed me a fitted red day dress and some black heels grinning, her good mood still intact.

“Thanks” I murmured and walked to the bathroom to change, my friend following behind.

“Are you going to say a complete sentence at all today?” I could imagine her rolling her eyes at my quietness, but she knew what was wrong.

I closed the bathroom door behind me and looked in the mirror. A look of worry and nervousness covered my face and I looked slightly pale, not that it made a change from the normal. Without meaning to sound vein, I am quite pretty, not like super gorgeous, but just average looking. I had deep brown eyes and long, brunette hair which fell down my back in thick waves. My face was relatively thin but my lips were a little uneven; my upper lip being somewhat thicker than average.

Sighing, I got undressed before slipping on the dress Kaira had picked out for me. It was fitted down to my waist, then flared slightly and ended quite high above my knees. Simply put, it was short, but it looked great. Smiling to myself, I grabbed my makeup bag from a higher shelf and opened it, revealing its contents. My makeup was always done naturally, so today would be no exception. Just the basics of foundation, powder, eye liner and mascara. My secret weapon; Kate Moss Rimmel lipstick.

After putting my ‘face’ on and slightly curling my hair, I stepped out of the bathroom and back into my room, where Kaira was still waiting on the bed.. Her head hanging upside down off the end.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked, an amused smile on my face. She sure was an odd one.

“What does it look like I’m doing; I’m hanging my head upside down” She said, rolling her eyes.

“Obviously.. But why exactly?”

She just shrugged and sat up to a normal person’s position, wobbling slightly from the head rush. When she finally realised I was ready, she smiled and clapped her hands together excitedly.

“You look amazing Mill!” She screamed, bouncing up and down on the bed. I just rolled my eyes and grabbed my bag, filling it with the necessary accessories.

“See you later Kaira” I hugged her and smiled, but it probably looked more like a grimace due to my nerves.

“You’ll be fine Milly. If not, I’ll eat a pillow case” She raised an eyebrow and looked at me sternly, knowing I’d hold her to that.

* * *

I arrived at the park bench area, my palms sweaty and my legs quivering slightly; it was safe to say I was nervous. Not having spoken to James in over two weeks, I knew I would immediately feel the need to hug him, be near him. I needed strength to fight against my old feelings and the love I once held for him.

Sitting down, I looked around for the heart-breaker I was supposed to be meeting, and saw him walking towards me, holding my favourite Prada. Seeing it made me happy, but then I looked at James and felt anger bubbling to the surface. Why did I even come here? Oh yes, I wanted my bag back. Silly Milly.

“Hey Mills” James smiled sadly at me and sat opposite, placing my Prada on the bench table. “I thought I’d bring your bag, I know how much you love it.”

I took a deep breath, slowly calming myself. “Thanks” I muttered before grabbing its handle and pulling it towards me. I felt James’ hand on mine and looked down at it, my eyes blazing. “Get your hand off of mine.”

Reluctantly, he pulled his hand back and sighed, looking me dead in the eyes. “Milly, I love you. Please don’t do this.” He looked so sad and lonely and I slowly felt my resolve fading. “I didn’t do it to hurt you.”

At the mention of the previous events, I felt my disappointment replacing my sympathy, and I grew incredibly annoyed.

“Then why did you do it James? To help me? To help make me see how much of a prick you are in every possible way?” I questioned, satisfied when I saw him flinch at my words.

“I’m sorry! Please, you have to give me another chance, please” He begged, but I felt nothing. He was nothing to me anymore.

“Move on James. I am.” I began to stand up and brush past his arm but he grabbed my hand, keeping me next to him.

“What do you mean, you’re ‘moving on’” He asked me, seemingly irritated. I couldn’t help but smile.

“Oh didn’t Lucas tell you?” I feigned confusion. “We have a date on Friday.”

With that, I smirked and walked away from him, feeling slightly happier that I might have just ruined his day.

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