The Story Of Us(Original)

30

Five hundred points. At the very least, my virginity was a game-changer.

After the shock subsided, I couldn't help but laugh at myself. I felt a little sore, but after it was over I felt no different than I had an hour before. I still loved Fallon and I still felt stupid for it.

While I packed my pink duffle, I couldn't help but think I could have saved myself the heartache if I just did what my aunt had done and not put so much importance on my hymen.

"I don't think you need the suitcase, do you want it?" Wrenner broke me from my thoughts, standing with his hands in his pockets as he took inventory of my things.

"Um... no, just this," I mumbled, loading the things I liked into the bag.

I knew Colleen would never let me wear the more revealing items, deciding Fallon could do with them what he liked. I wouldn't need the soaps or hair products. He could have that too. I also left the flowers but, as I dug through the closet, I couldn't help but eye his favorite sweater. I threw it into the bag, deciding it was the least he could do.

"Rue, babe, just let me explain okay?" Fallon called from the other side of the door.

"He's just going to lie," Wrenner whispered. "I'm not saying he's a bad person, Rue. I'm sure he cares about you, but you gotta face the facts - Fallon played us."

I knew he was right because Wrenner is never wrong. He may run on impulse, but his logic is always sound.

"I love him," I whimpered, wishing that I didn't.

"Yeah, that sucks, but I can fix it." Wrenner offered his hand.

"How?" I mumbled.

"I read a study that broke down love in three chemical functions. Lust, for you, is estrogen. Attraction is Dopamine. You're in the final stage. What you're feeling is attachment caused by oxytocin. All we have to do is boost your testosterone levels," Wrenner computed.

"Are you trying to juice me?" I laughed through the pain as my little brother pulled me to my feet.

"Hey, if it makes you happy, I might know a guy." Wrenner smiled before telling me all I needed was to separate from Fallon, go back on my meds, eat a lot of zinc, and go for a run.

"My baby brother invented a cure for heartbreak." I forced a smile.

"We'll market it after we get our blood money." He smiled back.

"Rue, babe, please, open the door," Fallon begged.

"Just accept you messed up and move on, Lala," Kellen called in an obnoxious voice.

I would later learn those were the same words Fallon had told Kellen when he confided in his former best friend; he missed the girl Fallon claimed not to know.

"Shut the fuck up Kel!" Fallon growled.

"Make me, you little bitch!" Kellen challenged.

Wrenner carried my bag as I trailed behind into the main room where Shane and Jamal kept my exes apart. I had a pained laugh as I realized for as long as I wanted him, Fallon and I only lasted six hours.

My shortest relationship to date.

I called for Fallon, knowing I wouldn't be able to sleep if I didn't say goodbye. He was on me in a second. My tears were dry, but he was wiping my puffy eyes and telling me for the dozenth time he was sorry.

"I never wanted you to see that. I even tried to pass it on but—" he rambled, tension decompressing from his body as I reached up to touch his face.

I love Fallon's eyes. Before then I had always avoided men with water colored eyes, hating how much they reminded me of my father. When I looked into Fallon's eyes I saw love, and a glimpse of just how much I would swallow my pride to get it.