2 weeks...

I watch the TV, holding onto the remote as there's nothing to watch. Hotels never have good channels. Their stuff starts backwards almost. Adult Swim is on in the morning and afternoon, then at night it's regular Cartoon Network. More like Eastern time on here.

Aww shit...

I throw the remote, hearing it slam against the wall. My head plopping on the pillow as my eyes watered again.

Arthur came into my mind once again and - I'm sorry - it's just killing me! Revenge? Really?!

No ones visited me...except my parents. Arthur hasn't even bothered, not surprised. Dylan hasn't even though I know he's in the area. Has literally everything been a lie?

It can't be possible? Why would you put so much effort into doing that? Wouldn't that hurt your heart as well? I don't fucking get it!

Whenever I told my dad he just laughed and wouldn't listen to anymore of what I had to say. Like usual, being a bitch towards his own son... Saying I never listened to reason and my assumptions got me here.

Don't know what the hell he means. Who the hell wouldn't assume?! Arthur fucking hurt me, lied to me, took my heart and now he holds it tightly in his hand. I'll never get it back, ever! That's the worst part!

...a connection with his English instructor he knew for a hot minute. I just don't see it though! How do you make-out with someone and get close to them like that in under twenty minutes? It doesn't add up yet it does!

Did he ever love me?

Did he not love me and had sex with me? I made myself vulnerable in front of him...I trusted him... It's so fucking embarrassing!

Now I've trapped myself in this hotel and don't want to go anywhere. Arthur is at the house and I don't want to cross paths. If I do I know I'll just want to cry. I can't keep crying anymore, I'm almost afraid to have no tears left.

I flinched when I heard a knock on the door, making me groan as I got off my bed. Walking to the door, I looked through the peephole and low-and-fucking-behold I see him. Arthur.

My heart stopped, and I find myself leaning against the door as I shook my head.

Why of all times...? I'm happy here...no I'm not. He hurt me and now he's in front of me? This door is the only thing keeping us apart. If I see him I may cry, punch him, hug him, I don't know. But I won't allow him to become my weakness.

...

"I know you are there, saw you look through peephole."

I sighed, hearing his English better and knowing he's been with the instructor guy.

"Arthur why...?" I croak, hearing him sigh as I didn't understand why.

"Just wait. I have reasons."

"Yeah, to get back at me?"

"That is not it. I am hurt you think so poor of me."

I groan, laying on the ground half-naked, my palms over my eyes as I block the tears from falling. I try to at least.

"And I'm hurt that you fucking took revenge on me like this!"

"William..."

"I thought you loved me? I loved you!" I stood, slamming my fist on the door as I laid my head against it." I...I let you hold me like no one before and you do this to me..."

There was suddenly just silence, making me think he left. But looking through the hole gave me confirmation that he was still there. Seeing him shaking his head as he rested his hand on the door.

"Just open the door. William, listen. There is more to this. Reasons. Open the door..."

I crack, unlocking the door as I open it. Seeing him in front of me and looking down at the way I was looking. His eyes scanning me and landing on mine, making me hot and bothered...even though he did all this.

But as I looked at him he looked anxious and nervous, which I didn't understand why.

"William-."

I grabbed his arm as I yanked him inside, slamming him against the wall as I glared at him. His hands gripping my waist, and I smacked them away instantly.

"Don't touch me with your filthy, deceiving hands."

"Wait-."

"You not only say you and the instructor kissed. But he sat on your lap and was all up in your business, you weren't complaining."

"William-."

"I don't know what else you've done. How am I supposed to know if you truly care? Clearly you don't, obviously! All you did was use me and that's fucking fucked up-."

"William I never used you! I would never take revenge on you! You were more mean to me back than, so why would I risk my heart to do all that? Huh?" He sneered, making me frown in confusion.

"But I thought-."

"I said you can think whatever you like."

"You didn't deny it."

"I did not agree with it either." He settled, and I was now completely lost.

"I'm so confused..." I pulled back as I walked to my bed. Plopping down as I tried understanding. Arthur just squatted in front of me, looking at me indifferently.

"This is not my fault. Did not anyone tell you assuming gets you nowhere?"

I sigh, looking away. My fucking dad did...

"Why are you here of all times? I was here for two weeks."

"I know."

I cock my head, making him grin.

"If you knew...wouldn't you try and check up on me?"

He shrugged, standing as he stretched. Going to my blinds as he opened them.

"I had important things to do." Is all he said, making me sneer. So his 'important things' were more important than me?...bitch.

"You know what-."

Something began to ring and I watched as he pulled out his iPhone X, putting it to his ear as someone began talking. But I could barely hear it, yet it seemed to make his day as he smiled.

"I have to go." He said, and I didn't understand this whole process. Where is he going." Wait! Do you like yellow?" He asked, and I frowned.

"Yellow?" He nodded." The color's cool, I guess. Why?"

"Cannot say." He then rushed out and left me baffled.

Why is he asking me of all things if I like yellow? What does yellow have to do with the two of us? I mean, it's a pretty color and I wouldn't mind staring at it, but I am so lost on everything now.

What is going on?

When I accused him of cheating or taking revenge he got offended, so it can't be either of those... Then what's going on?

Standing, I threw on clothes, leaving the place as I finally walk into fresh air after two weeks. Pathetic? I know.

"William?"

I look, seeing Bella walking towards me and it confused me. What is she doing here?

"Bella? Wha?" We hugged, her pulling away as he was wearing...a yellow ladybug pendent?

"What's with the yellow ladybug?" I asked, watching as she looked down at it.

"Oh. Nothing special, none of your beeswax." She sung, grabbing hold of my arm." I need to talk to you mister! Haven't seen you in so long and the first thing you ask me is what's with my yellow ladybug pendent? Isn't it cute?"

She dug in her pocket, pulling one out and she stuck it to my shirt. Feeling it prick me and I knew it probably would draw blood.

"It's fine..."

"Anywho, come with me!" She dragged me along, and I just tried to understand what was happening.

"Bella! Have you seen Arthur?"

She looked at me while walking, her nodding.

"Yes. I'm not going to say anymore though. But know, he's everything you never were."

I rolled my eyes," You're wrong. He cheated-."

She bursted our laughing, giggling her head off. Patting my arm harshly and getting stares.

"I highly doubt that. I think you are...confused. What if it was all...a trick?"

"What-?"

I was suddenly pulled in another direction, and I was froze as it was-.

"Eww...it's you..." I growl in disgust, seeing Nathan next to me as he rolls his eyes. But I had to blink for a second as he was wearing a yellow hoodie with black polka-dots all over it.

"Eww to you too." He sneered, making me look over my shoulder as Bella was gone. Confused I face back forward and look down at him dragging me along.

"What is this?" I ask, and he shrugs.

"Don't ask me. Maybe you're just too full of yourself to see it." He mumbled, and I sigh.

"Does this have anything to do with Arthur?"

"Meh." Once he turned he glared me down." Do not fucking mess this up once more."

"What-?"

"William!" I was pulled to the side as I saw Dylan and Quinn.

"You two are the last people I want to be seeing."

"Really?" Quinn teased, making me roll my eyes as Dylan pulled me along.

"Dude...Arthur was right."

"About what?"

I watch as Quinn smirks, Dylan laughing as I look at their clothes. Dylan wearing a yellow T-shirt with the yellow ladybug pendent. Quinn has one too despite that being the only thing yellow - no he's wearing yellow Vans.

"You're so predictable that you didn't even see it. Arthur was right, this plan was perfect. You being away from him for two weeks was the perfect amount of time we all needed."

"For what?"

"For stuff." Quinn chided, and I sneered." I was kinda needed in this if you want his English to be superb."

"You won't be able to teach him shit when my fist makes contact with your face." I snap, seeing him roll his eyes. Before I could revolt or smack sense into him, Dylan was stopping me as I realized we were in a park.

"William...you really need to...mature that mind of yours. I'm telling you. You're missing so much and assuming so much - even though this plan was amazing. Have to handle it to him, after all the shit you've done-."

"What the hell is it?! What's the plan?!"

"Si vous n'êtes plus fâché contre moi et venez avec moi, vous le découvrirez." ( If you're not mad at me anymore and come with me, you'll find out. ) I hear, behind me. Looking as I see Arthur behind me. Wearing a completely different outfit than the last time I saw him.

A suit as the jacket was thrown over his shoulder and he had on a regular tight shirt, seeing him grinning as a yellow ladybug pendent was on his chest.

"I..." I turn around and see Dylan disappeared as did Quinn. When I faced back forward I felt lips press onto mine. Feeling arms wrap around me as they pulled me close.

"I am... Je suis désolé..." ( I'm sorry... )