Aubrey's POV Eating a bowl of cereal while sitting on the couch, lost in thought, I heard a knock on the door that dragged me to the door, still feeling a bit numb. There, on my doorstep, stood Xander, holding a bouquet. He looked nervous, and I stared at him blankly, unsure of what to say. “You weren’t picking up my calls” he began, causing me to eye him up. I wasn't impressed, and he must have noticed it. Without giving him room to speak, I asked instead, “Why is it whenever I get into trouble with your pals you can’t do anything!?”, my voice rising in frustration. “You were there but very useless when I needed you, and now you're here trying to make it up to me with flowers?” “I’ll make it up to you please” he apologized, looking sorry, but I didn’t mind…maybe my mind wanted to create a scenario in which I’d break up with him. “It doesn't work that way. You can't show up and expect everything to be okay.” He looked down, his expression full of shame. “I know I messed up,”
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