I was about to ring when my hand seized upon the door bell. Did he even want to see me? I looked over my shoulder. Chancy nodded and walked up the block back to the car.

I pressed my eyes together and rang. I placed my hand against the wood of the door. I waited but no one came for a while. I knocked and rang persistently. The door opened. He was shirtless and his hair was a mess. I could tell he just woke up. I knew my cheeks were warm but I wasn't here for that reason.

His eyes widened. We silently stared at each other for a short moment. He broke contact and looked to his side. " Hey... I wanted to talk to you, Keith." He nodded silently. He let me in and closed the door. He took off my coat and hung it up by the door and I nodded my thanks. I sat in the kitchen and waited. He went back upstairs quickly.

He looked as amazing as he did around the time I left him. I was pretty upset that I left the way I did but I also understood that after being treated as I did, that my response was almost completely normal. I pushed my hair behind my ear and rest my hands in my lap.

" Sorry Zoey, I'm back." He looked much better, his hair a bit more organized, wearing a black shirt and dark jeans. He sat next to me and settled in.

He looked over back at me " So what's up?"

" I came over because... I wanted to talk. It's been a few months since things went left and I want to know what's going on with you." I asked.

He looked at his hands and then back at me " It's been... pretty terrible. I have tried to get rid of just the habitual lying and making things seem more manageable then they really are. I've gotten to a point where I'm becoming a lot more honest with myself and how I feel. " he was holding his breathe almost and just giving it time " I didn't want for any of that to happen, but I guess we just have to work from it." I nodded, agreeing.

" Have you been getting better as well?" I gave it thought before I answered. I wasn't sure.

I rubbed the back of my neck and sighed. " I'm not sure. I know I don't feel that rage anymore. I'm disappointed but... As you said, we've gotta work from there."

My hands were sweaty and slightly shaky but I continued. " It should also be normal for us to both agree that part of this was our lack of sex life. I think we were fairly connected before but.... I think my neglect for your needs enabled your actions, which I should apologize for." He was silent, but nodded.

I reached for his hand and he took it. " I got the box." I whispered." He nodded. He warmed my hands up in his and looked over to his window.

" KEITHHH. Your sink is-" she stopped and looked at me, wide eyed. A guy came behind her and ran downstairs. I looked at my lap. My art professor. I felt wronged, but I said nothing. I knew he fucked her less than 2 years after we started dating. She was the reason we broke up the first time. He couldn't in that, though. The guy came forward and looked down at me " Hey, you. What's up?" His voice was so familiar to me. I stayed pretty quiet after that.

" Zoey, you know what I am, don't you?. " Everything became so silent. So still. I nodded, looking into his eyes " I'm not surprised either. But I don't care about that. I care about what we're doing to get back together after what happened."

He got up, but still glanced at me, looking slightly ashamed " The one thing I regret the most is not telling you sooner. It would have saved us lot." I nodded in agreement. I didn't care that he was a warlock. I knew he was secretive and cared about what I thought of him.

Had none of this happened, I would've accepted him and moved on from the fact that my boyfriend was a warlock. He was strong and loving and kind. But he was cold and empty when he wasn't any of those things. I rubbed my arm gently, and sat still afterwards. I glanced to my right and he was eyeing me. He had blonde hair that was pulled into a tight bun and his dark eyes were piercing and cut throat almost.

I didn't recognize him but his voice felt... I knew him at some point. " Michael." He murmured, sitting on the table. " Science department assistant, Chem major." It clicked. I had seen him before. We never met but I knew he helped the professors with documents and stuff. I was a chem major until my switch to Physics. I wished it had been because of my passion for physics and not some professor that wanted grabs at a freshman.

" Zoey. I'm physics and switched from chem."

He looked at me, confused " Why? Did you just figure out it wasn't for you?" I paused. I breathed in and than out. " I left because of a professor... He tried to touch me during office hours. I just left." Michael and Keith stopped and there was nothing but silence for a moment. " Who?" Keith asked.

I felt a gentle bite in his words. I knew he would do something about it. " Professor Herald kept touching my thighs and staring at my chest... I only needed help with course work." Michael made eye contact with Keith. I knew he wouldn't live to see next week but honesty was something we were working on. And lying in front of him was a bad call.

" Don't worry about him, sweetheart." Michael chuckled. I looked back at the table and swung my legs. I heard a hard thud and we all looked up.

" Ellie is everything alright?!" Michael shouted. No response. A woman with the most gorgeous dark skin ran down the steps. She was absolutely stunning, even in a white long sleeved top and black skinny jeans. She came in the kitchen and looked at me. She had a simple chain with a tiny gold circle. She saw me and approached me with a plain face, her delicate hand reaching out to feel my skin with her knuckle.

If she told me to get on the floor and kiss her feet, I would bow and voluntarily do it. " Good afternoon, men." She said with contempt in her voice. She even shot Michael a dirty look. Her face changed as she turned to me, giving me a pearly, sweet smile
" Hello, what's your name?" She asked, looking at me curiously. I was mesmerized and it took me a second. " I'm Zoey." I whispered, almost dumbly. Her long curls were lustrous and goodness, if I was gay I would ask her to marry me. " I'm Ellie. I'm with Michael, Keith and Vanessa. I hope you don't mind."

" No yeah, totally it's all yours. " She gave me a smile and sat across from me at the table. She had a modest chest size and a nice shape. I tried to look at something else. Keith came back and sat a cup of hot chocolate in front of everyone. He placed one down for himself and sat.

Ellie gave him a stank look " Why you gave me hot chocolate? I am the hot chocolate." He chuckled and tried to take it back " Who said you could touch it?" He laughed and shook his head. She was lovely. Vanessa came in later. She didn't exist to me. Ellie noticed the tension quickly and looked into her hot chocolate.

Vanessa had tea set for her instead of hot chocolate.
" Thanks." She sat to Keith's left. He tried to hold my hand under the table but I was reminded of the night she was naked against a chalkboard, getting fucked senseless by my boyfriend. I stopped talking to him after that and broke up with him less than a week later. He was at fault, but she never said no even though she knew he was mine.

We sat a while and drank, having a really mellow time.

I tried to let it go but her presence mocked me. The door bell was rung twice. I ran to the door. Chancy stood there, shook. " Okay so I was driving around and got a flat tire somehow... I don't know how that works, but it happened. Do you mind if I come in? I nodded. I got her coat and got her seated in the kitchen. There was extra chocolate for her and I poured her some. She wore a forest green turtle neck and black skinny jeans. She had her hair out and pretty curly. She thanked Keith and drank her chocolate.

I caught Ellie eyeing her, her cheeks looking warm and her eyes dropping to Chancy's chest. I pretended I was minding my own business. I held Keith's hand finally and let all of my frustrations out in a sigh. Chancy looked ahead and almost choked on her hot chocolate. " Why is our art professor here?" Vanessa looked STRESSED and said nothing. Chancy eyed her but let it slide. The tension was back, mostly towards Vanessa and Keith. From me, Michael and Chancy. Ellie just stared at Chancy, not caring. Chancy caught her eyes and Ellie looked away at lightning speed. They were most likely to screw on the coach tonight and I wouldn't be surprised if that actually happened.