I opened the door of The Chocolate Cookie, hearing the soft chime of the bell for whenever someone entered. It was my favorite cafe, and it had the best desserts and coffees. Sure, maybe I was a bit biased, I worked here after all. It was the weekend though, and I didn't have work.
I ordered what I usually got here, a chocolate muffin and some chocolate milk. I am a huge chocolate fan as you can tell. Any time I can get my hands on chocolate, I would. My mom always embarrassed me in front of guests, telling them "Lucas is always trying to find the chocolate we keep in the house! I have to hide it all!" Quite frankly, it wasn't fair.
Anyway, I'm here because my boyfriend called me here. He told me he had something important to tell me, and I was quite impatient. Whatever he had to tell me was important. He wouldn't call me at 9 pm and asked me to get out of the house. He always slept early, considering he had to be up early for his job. So to hear his voice at a time when he was usually asleep was a shocker.
I sat a table near the back, where I always sat. It was quieter back here, just the way I liked it. He wasn't here yet, and that scared me. He was always the first one at a place, whether it was a date or school. We both went to the same university, that's where we met.
Funny story actually, I ran into him because I was late for class, and he just so happened to be in my way. He was completely an asshole about it but he apologized later in the day, when he found out we were in the same class.
A couple minutes later, I heard the bell chime, and looked at the door. No one usually comes in around this time because the cafe closes at 10 pm, and most people are in for the day. More people came in around the late morning or early evening, neither of which are the current time.
I saw him pass the counter and he gave me a weak smile. I didn't smile back. I knew something was wrong. My boyfriend, Justin, was hyperactive. Anytime he saw me, no matter where we were or what time, he would scream "Babe!" and attack me in a hug. It was cute and annoying but I loved it.
He sat across from me and quietly squeaked out a "hey". I bit my lip. "Is everything okay?" I asked. He looked everywhere but me. He eventually sighed. "I can't be quiet anymore. Lucas." He said, and my eyes locked on his.
"I'm cheating on you." Were the words that came out of his mouth next. Now any normal person would scream, get up, act all crazy and start bawling. But all I could muster was "oh." My eyes teared up, but the tears didn't drop.
After some silence, I spoke up again. "With who?" I said, my voice cracking. Finally a tear dropped and rolled down my cheek. He clenched his teeth, obviously hesitating. "With Brady from Journalism." He said.
Brady Jennings was the most annoying gay guy you could think of. His voice at least 6 octaves high, he wore the most brightest colors to school, and he always bothered people. But he was friends with us. I didn't not like him, but at times he was impossible to be around.
We went to the GSA after school, so that's why I was friends with him. Not only was he annoying, he always went after the taken ones. I should have known he would come after my boyfriend, but I thought Justin knew better.
I didn't say anything so he spoke up again. "At first it was a drunken one night stand. And I was going to tell you, I was. But one night turned into two, and so on. At that point, it wasn't one night stands. It's been happening for a month."
After he said that, I finally broke down. I couldn't help it, Justin was someone I thought was the right boy for me. I was obviously wrong. I was so wrong. I planned on saying I love you, because I knew I did. I do, but after this, I knew what we had was over. I can't be with someone who went behind my back and slept with someone else. I couldn't trust him anymore.
I looked up back at him with glossy eyes, and he looked guilty and his eyes were teary. As much as I wanted to comfort him, I knew it wasn't him who should be comforted, It wasn't him who was cheated on.
"So this is it?" I asked, a sob leaving my body. He sniffed. "I-I guess it is." He stuttered and I could tell he regretted it. But I wasn't going to forgive him, I couldn't nor did I want to.
I couldn't stand being in his presence any longer, and stood up and left. Leaving my food behind, and the last 2 years of my life. All wasted, for nothing. Actually, they weren't for nothing. If anything, it taught me something important.407Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc0Bl0A7csq
Just because you think someone is right for you, doesn't mean they are.
The next month was filled with tears, my mom constantly holding me on the couch, and chocolate. Lots and lots of chocolate. I got paid leave of my job, my coworkers vouching for me. I mean, some of them witnessed it after all.
I avoided both Brady and Justin. I stopped going to GSA and I asked to switch my Journalism class from Mondays and Fridays to Wednesdays and Thursdays. Days I knew that both of them didn't have.
To say I was weary of anyone who asked me out from that point was and understatement. I was someone who could never say no, so I went out with guys who asked me out. But I always told them that I wasn't ready. And I wasn't.
To be honest, it's taken me a long time to recover but I did find my someone. It took me a long time to trust myself after what happened but I can confidently say that my fiancée is the one for me. Especially since we're are getting married.
It goes to show that another lesson arose after the last one. When things don't go your way at first, know that it just means something, or someone, better is coming.
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