Shortly after Liam left; Krista came barreling into the room and squeals as she grabs my arm. "Ok you better spill Kate Parker....um, Warren, whatever the hell your name is, and spill it all! What the heck just happened in here?!"
I take a breath and sit where Liam was moments before on the edge of my bed. "Well...I don't know for sure. I think....I kind of agreed to maybe try and work things out with my husband." I mumble and look over at her.
"Oh...my...God!" She was literally bouncing at this point. "Does this mean we get to see more of him and his sexy co-stars?" She asks with a twinkle in her eyes.
I laugh and shrug. "I guess so. I mean, he does have a job to do and we do have our school stuff and..." Before I could say another word she was beside me on my bed and gripping my arm.
"Liam Warren and one Scott Adams are way more important to me then midterm exams, Kate. You must know that by now," she says with a wide grin that seemed to be contagious.
Laughing, I shake my head and take a big breath. "I don't know what to think, Kris. He used to be everything....I mean he was more important to me than anything else in the world." I sighed and looked up at her. "But now, he's like the center of everyone else's world. How can I measure up to that?”
Krista frowns and grabs my hand. "Kate, I think that man loves you. Otherwise, he wouldn't be going through all of this to get you back.”
Taking a deep breath, I nod and stand up. "Well, now I think I owe Luke an apology."
"I think he gets it Kate. You and Luke have a thing now, or well, you did..." She trails off and I scrunch up my nose. "But you and Mr. Liam Warren have a history; I mean you’re MARRIED to the man for crying out loud!"
"Yes...yes that's all true. But I think my conscience would at least feel a little better if I get the chance to say I'm sorry."
She sighs and waves her hand in the air. "If you must....let the boy down easy," Krista smiles softly and I lean over to hug her.
"Thank you.” I whisper.
"For what?" She asks confused as she pulls back.
"For being my best friend, and even though you like, love my husband...or the idea of who he is anyway....for not freaking out about it." I smile and squeeze her hand as I walk towards the door.
I could hear her laughing as she plops down on her bed. "Of course....I'm Krista Quinn, major fan girl, yes....but I know when to step back and be there for my girl."
I laugh along with her and wave walking out the door to track down Luke.
Taking a quick glance around to make sure there weren't any lingering paparazzi, I step out of my dorm and start the walk across campus to Luke's dorms. I have a nauseous feeling as I walk, I hate confrontation and I don't know if he'll even open the door for me after all this.
Biting my lip as I finally approach the dorm building, I step inside and hurry down the hall past guys with towels around their waists stopping to leer at me and drunken couples making out against the wall make me cringe.
"Here goes nothing." I mutter as I approach the door and knock three times before taking a step back.
I hear some furniture being shoved around and Luke cursing and finally the lock turning as he yanks the door open and glares down at me. "Kate...or I guess its Katy, right?” He gives a grim smile and I close my eyes.
"Lucas, things don't have to be like this," I start but he puts his hand up to stop me.
"Ya know, I've always been the one with the reputation of breaking up and breaking hearts and all that stuff....but then I met you, Kate.” He stops and takes a long drink of his beer. "And I thought I could see a real future with us, and I didn't feel the itch of getting out of the relationship. But then...then he walked back into your world, and shoved me right out of it."
"I...I didn't want things to be like this Luke. I lo-..." I bite my lip and look down at the floor. "I like you a lot, we click and as much as I hoped for this to be so much more than I can give you now....I want us to find a way to at the very least be friends again, can we do that?" I ask hopefully and take a glance at all the people also in the hallway oblivious to us.
He takes another drink of the beer and rubs his eyes tiredly. "I don't know right now Kate, ok? Right now, I want to be drunk and miserable and not have to repeat the memory of you kissing Mr. Rich and Famous." And then slammed the door in my face.
"I guess I deserve that." I say softly and start my way down the hallway and out of his dorm with my head down.
"Katy...Katy Warren!" I hear a feminine voice yell and look over confused.
"Um, can I help you?" I ask crossing my arms over my middle.
She gets a small smile on her face as she saunters over and gets up close to me. "Mmm...I don't think you can. But I thought I would help you, sweetie. I'm Alexia Dalton....one of your husband's co-stars. I just thought you'd like to know that Excite has hired some very…exciting entertainment for the boys tonight. Scantily clad women, lap dances, all the alcohol they want and an empty hotel room to stumble into with them if they so please. And believe me, I know Liam and his friends do so please to take advantage of that," she said with a giant smile, “You don’t know his as well I do, now do you?”
I took a breath and looked her in the eye. "Look, I don’t even know you, Alexia. You don’t know me either. Why should I believe you, why are you even telling me this?”
She shrugged and laughed lightly. "Oh I don't know....I was Liam's flavor of the month for a while, and I know just how much fun rolling around with that boy is...and I also know it hurts like hell when he throws you away like you’re nothing" her voice hardened as she waved and started walking towards her fancy sports car.
“Wait!” I yell at her retreating back.
She turns around with an arched brow, “Yes?”
“Why do you care? What does us trying to figure this thing out matter to you?”
She steps closer narrowing her eyes and the anger in her voice when she speaks again surprises me, “Because I am Liam’s NOW. You are his past, all history. Sometimes sweetheart, history is better left as just that. Do yourself a favor; you don’t belong at his side anymore. I do,” she glares at me before turning on her heel and sauntering into her car.
Before she’s even driven away I can feel the start of tears on my cheeks.