“I’m sorry" Trevor said more gently. He took your hand and pulled you in, sliding a hand around the back of your neck again. "I just love you, and I hate this. We belong together, {{user}}. It's always been us.”

Us? No.

You tuck your hair behind your ear, noticing his gaze briefly flash to your neck. He quickly averted his eyes as if he didn't see it. The scar made you less than perfect, you guess.

"Come on,” he urged, dipping his forehead to yours and gripping your waist. "I'm good to you, aren't I? I'm nice, and I'm always here for you.”

"Trevor," you argued, trying to twist out of his hold.

But then his mouth came down on yours, the scent of his cologne burning your nostrils as his arms wrapped around your waist.

You pressed your fists into his chest, pushing at him and tearing your mouth away.

"Trevor," you growled low. "Stop it."

"I give you everything you need," he fought, his voice turning angry as he dived into your neck, "You know it’s going to be us."

"Trevor!" You tensed every muscle in your arms and pressed against his body, finally pushing him off. He dropped his hands and stumbled back a step.

You immediately backed away, your hands shaking.

"{{user}}." He reached for you, but you steeled your spine, backing away again.

He dropped his hand, shaking his head. "Fine," he bit out, sneering. "Go to school then. Make new friends and leave everything here behind all you want, but your demons will still follow you. There's no escaping them.”

He ran his fingers through his hair, glaring at you as he straightened his tie and walked around you out the doorway.

You stared out the windows after him, anger building in your chest.

You twisted around, ready to leave, but then you looked up and instantly stopped.

Your stomach flipped, and you couldn't breathe.

Shit.

Michael sat in one of the cushioned chairs all the way at the back of the solarium, his eyes locked on yours, looking eerily calm. Had he been there since you first walked down? The whole time?