Chapter 32: Janitor's Closet

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I see him at his locker and immediately freeze. I find myself captivated by his chiseled jawline and the shadow of his abs under his tight white shirt. I forgot those two assets existed until the moment I turned around the corner and now I don't know what to do with my hands.

As he transfers books from his locker to his bag and vice versa, I can't help but drool over his biceps. Fuck me! Literally... WAIT STOP.

I don't even realize I am drooling from a distance before my face heats up at the sight of a certain cheerleader approaching him. Tanya.

She tugs on his shirt but he refuses to acknowledge her. She keeps trying to feel him up in the middle of the hallway and it isn't until her hand brushes over his crotch that he reacts. At the speed of a fucking ninja, he grabs her wrist in a death grip and pulls it away from his body, his angry eyes connecting with her lustful ones.

I can tell by the pout on her lips that she is trying to ask him for something—probably sex—but his scowl reveals that he is having none of it. He drops her hand with force, slamming his locker closed and turning to walk away, only he all of the sudden stops in his tracks.

Uh oh.

His eyes have locked with mine and I begin to panic. My fight or flight instinct takes over my essentially paralyzed body. My eyes avert rapidly as my feet take me back the way I came.

I can't get that image out of my head. His eyes read confusion, concern? I can't tell. Guilt?

Sprinting back around the corner, I launch myself into the nearest janitor's closet. Slamming the door behind me, my back slides down the wall until I'm sitting on the floor in the darkness trying to catch my breath.

Why am I so on edge? I mean, it's just Cody, after all. I've known him since I was like three years old. Maybe I'm just nervous... I don't want to mess anything up more than it already is. As much as it pains me to admit, I want things to go back to the way they were before. Yes, he tried to hurt me in his heat of passion months ago but I now feel empty without him. I tried moving on but I can't seem to get him off my mind. I think I should give him another chance. 

But can I forgive him? Won't he just return to being his old self? Will the problems that broke us apart initially resurface once again?

My brain spins with this internal debate. I feel the onset of tears before they spill, but I don't stop them. A little cry sesh never hurt nobody.

The door opens with a soft creek and my breath catches in my throat. I already know who it is from his footsteps. I don't even have to lift my head up from my knees.

"How'd you find me?" I ask, not bothering to even lift my head from its position pressed onto my knees.

"You always come here when you're upset about something," he replies nonchalantly. I lift my head and see his silhouette illuminated from the back with the light from the hallway. He holds the door open. 

Upon seeing my face, his features shift to concern and he instantly lets go of the door, letting it shut behind him.

I hear him sit next to me and his close proximity makes my heart swell. 

"Hey," he whispers soothingly, "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

I can't reply. I can't come up with a string of words to form a sentence to tell him how I feel. 

"I-I d-don't.... I can't, I—" I break out in tears, frustrated at my forgetting the english language

"Shhh," his voice silences my stuttering, "You're okay, baby. Just breathe."

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