Tears streamed down my face. Covering my mouth to stop the loud gasp from coming out, I tried to leave without being seen. But, as I backed out of the room, I knocked over a picture on his desk. A picture that we had taken not too long ago. In the picture, he was standing behind me and I was encircled in the same arms he now had around Autumn.
Hearing the picture crash to the floor, Drake and Autumn turned toward the doorway. Drake looked both confused and shocked to see me standing there. Autumn, on the other hand, had a trumpet smile and gleam in her evil eyes. He pushed her off him so hard that she almost landed on the floor.
I turned and ran. I was not going to be deterred by Drake screaming for me to come back. Almost falling down the stairs, I caught myself on the railing in time to break the fall. I was out of breath by the time I reached my dorm. Confused and heartbroken, I went into my room and threw myself across the bed. Laying in the fetal position, I tried to make sense of why Drake would hurt me so.
If he didn't want to wait on me, he should have just been honest about it! I thought. To catch him with Autumn like that caused me so much misery. I wished I hadn't gone to his room. Then, I wouldn't have that horrible picture of him screwing her in my head. I knew Autumn wanted him all along, I just didn't know her feelings were reciprocated by him. I thought his love for me was stronger than that.
The ringing of the phone startled me out of my musing. Knowing it would be Drake, I didn't answer it. He kept calling for about fifteen minutes.
I really needed Denise, but I didn't bother her on her date. Pulling myself off the bed, I pulled off my clothes and let them fall in a pile on the floor. I didn't care about anything. I was just numb. I cut on the water and made it as hot as I could stand it, hoping it would wash away my numbness.
Putting on my shower cap, I stepped under the hot spray. Grabbing my sponge, I soaped my entire body with my favorite bath gel. After finishing my shower, I stepped out and oiled my body from head to toe before I was fully dried. I glanced at myself in the mirror. I wasn't Autumn Blake, but I wasn't chopped liver either!
Although I could stand to lose 25 or 30 pounds, the mirror reflected beautiful, smooth caramel skin, full C-cup breasts and well-rounded thick hips. Pulling on my nightshirt and panties, I climbed into bed. All I wanted to do was forget I ever met Drake. I knew he was too good to be true. All guys that fine were. Trying hard to stifle my continuous flow of tears, I heard a loud banging on the door.