I'm Over It by Mercy Amare Read Free Book Online

relationship with Gabe, who lied, Brian was refreshing. He was a sweet guy, who was very caring. He has a big family, and I love all of them. I had plans with Brian. I was going to go to Stanford and we were going to get an apartment together. Brian wanted more from our relationship than I did. He wanted to marry me, but I was only seventeen. He was twenty. If he wasn’t completely crazy, I’m not sure if we would’ve worked out, but Brian was the type of guy who would’ve been worth fighting for. I never in a million years would’ve thought that he was capable of the things he did. I still have problems believing it. The guy I knew and dated was a completely different guy than the one who stalked me. I don’t know if I will ever get over that. I trusted him so completely.”
    “That is probably the most honest thing you’ve ever said to me,” Micah says.
    “Is it bad that I said that?” I ask, playing with the end of my hair. Being honest makes me feel exposed.
    “No. It’s a good thing,” he says. “You should be honest about what you’re feeling more often.”
    Maybe I will. I was honest with Ty about my feelings and it seems to have brought us closer. Maybe I should open up to Gabe about what I’m feeling. Maybe if I had been more honest with Gabe, we wouldn’t have broken up.
    No, I don’t believe that. Gabe and I had an expiration date. Neither of us were honest with each other. If he and I were ever going to get back together, that is something we’d have to work on.
    But Gabe and I aren’t getting back together. Been there, done that. I’m so over him. I do like having him in my life as a friend. I’ve really missed having him around. Gabe was my first love. I will always have a piece of him in my heart.
    Micah walks with me back to Ty and Gabe’s dorm. He kisses me on the cheek and then leaves.
    One thing is certain—Micah is nothing like Ty. Micah is sweet. Not that Ty isn’t, but if Ty was going to kiss me, it definitely wouldn’t be on the cheek. I wouldn’t mind though, because as much as I try to resist Ty, I know I’m losing the battle.

Friday, November 5
    8 p.m.
    Let’s get wasted.

    I am sitting on my couch. In my apartment. For some reason it makes me feel very grown up, even if my dad is paying for it.
    “This is awesome,” Andrea says. She’s currently stretched out over one side of the sectional. I’m sitting on the other side between Gabe and Ty.
    Yeah, this isn’t at all awkward.
    “It is,” I agree with her.
    “You’re so lucky. I’m still stuck in my dorm. I swear, my roommate has brought her boyfriend over every night this week. It sucks. I wish they’d have sex in his dorm room,” she says.
    “I don’t understand how anybody could have sex if there was a chance somebody else would walk in and catch them,” I say.
    “Or wake up,” she says. “Which I do wake up. Every single time.”
    I laugh.
    Andrea throws a pillow at my head. “You can laugh. Your roommates don’t actually share a room with you. You won’t hear Gabe or Ty going at it with some girl at three in the morning.”
    “That would be awkward,” I say.
    “Yeah, it would,” Gabe agrees. “I would rather not hear that. It’s bad enough that I know you hooked up with Ty.”
    I roll my eyes. “Right, because I didn’t pick you up from some random girl’s dorm room two days after we broke up.”
    “At least you don’t have to see her every day.”
    Ty sits forward. “Gabe, you slept with Kihanna the night we broke up. So you don’t have any room to talk. At least I waited a few weeks.”
    Andrea clears her throat. “So, you guys realize it’s Friday night, right? I say we go out. I haven’t got drunk in way too long.”
    I stand up. “Yes, let’s get wasted.”
    I need alcohol.
    Okay, so I don’t always make the best decisions when I’m drunk. But I’m older now. I can control myself now. Or, I think I can.
    “She’s a lightweight,” Ty tells Andrea.
    “I like being a