My Aussie Guy - Liz Lovelock Page 0,48
hers in front of her.
I’ve broken her.
My chest aches as I stare at her. The happy Elsie has vanished, and it’s all because of me.
“Elsie…” I reach for her while the lump in my throat swells.
“Don’t. This…”—she waves her hand between us—“is over. You don’t have to worry about anything when you leave. I’m done with this.” Elsie doesn’t even sound like herself, and I can’t believe I’ve done this to her.
“Please d-don’t do t-this.” My words crack, just like my heart.
“It’s done. Now leave me alone.” She picks up her bag and walks out, a shell of the girl I knew this morning.
“Dude, what the hell?” I lash out at Parker.
We’re standing in our kitchen, talking, because I couldn’t even finish my classes today. My head’s all over the place. I can’t get the image of broken Elsie out of my mind. Her eyes lost their sparkle, and her brilliant smile faded into my forest of lies.
“Man, I’m so sorry. It just slipped out.”
As we are speaking, the door flies open and in charges a raging bull—Addison. Her lips form a thin line, her eyebrows are furrowed, and I can feel the disdain emanating off her.
“How could you do this to her? She trusted you.” Addison steps up to me and shoves my shoulder. “Why make up a stupid lie? She would have respected your wishes had you told her from the start that you didn’t want anything serious.” A frustrated growl rises from her throat. “Why are boys so damn clueless?”
“It wasn’t my intention. I know now I’ve done the wrong thing. How do I fix this, Addison?” I plead.
She takes a seat at the counter. “Don’t think you’re off the hook either, buddy.” She gives Parker a death stare.
“It wasn’t my fault. Okay, yes, I helped cover it up, but I was giving him a chance to do it himself.” Parker waves his hand toward me from the opposite side of the counter.
“You shouldn’t have done that. And as for fixing this, I don’t know. She won’t talk to me about it.” Her voice begins to soften.
“I need to fix this.”
“Yes, you do, because the girl I saw before I came here is the lowest I’ve ever seen her. It breaks my heart that I can’t fix this for her. I can yell and carry on at you, but in the end, it’s not going to make Elsie feel any better. I suggest you keep trying to reach out to her if it’s her you want.”
“I want her, and I’m going to fix this.”
I’m numb. The week has been a blur. I even canceled all my tutoring because I can’t bring myself to face people. I walked in the door from my classes an hour ago and planted my ass firmly on the couch and have surrounded myself with all the sugary goodness a girl needs in a situation like this.
On the coffee table sits Twinkies, Twizzlers, chocolate ice cream, and plenty of soda. I don’t plan to move from this spot all weekend.
Aiden has tried to talk to me through the week, but I’ve brushed him off. His text messages haven’t stopped. Funny how now it seems he’s connected himself to his phone again. I get about five messages a day, but I can’t bring myself to reply.
My phone vibrates, and I pick it up from the table. It is an email from the mystery man ‘A’ for tutoring. What does he want?
Hey Elsie,
As I’m sure you know, this is me, Aiden. I have my poem here for you to check. It’s rather cheesy, but I think it speaks volumes. Again, I’m sorry for what I did. Please forgive me?
A Kiss
A kiss I send into the night,
With hopes and dreams, it might take flight.
Out this window and through the trees,
My thoughts of you are what blows its breeze.
Tossed and turned along the way,
Its course is true and will never stray.
Until this kiss has found your lips,
It will keep searching and will never miss.
If you can find it in your heart to forgive me, I’d love to give you this kiss and give you and me another go.
Yours,
Aiden
Tears drip from my chin as the words from the poem touch my broken heart. The door to the dorm flies open, and the girls walk in just in time to see my fresh lot of tears. I don’t know if they’re because of my broken heart or if they’re because I think he really is sorry.
“Oh, honey.” Addison rushes