Chapter Forty-Nine

                                    

                                          
Songs for this chapter:
• Lie To Me - 5 Seconds of Summer ft. Julia Michaels 
• Begin Again - Taylor Swift
                          
Chapter Forty-Nine:
                          
Lexi's POV
                          
This was such a bad idea. I feel like my fingers are about to freeze off. I could've at least worn gloves. Heck, I should've just texted Bryce and asked him to come pick me up.
                          
It seems as though I was incapable of having any of these rational thoughts twenty minutes ago, though, as I'm currently about to walk into Bryce's neighbourhood.
                          
I wrap my arms tighter around myself, seeing as I certainly did not wear a heavy enough jacket for this walk. I guess that it's not that cold outside, but it certainly feels it. My sneakers and thin jeans aren't really protecting me much from the temperature either, but it would be pointless to turn around now.
                          
Perhaps Bryce'll be nice enough to drive me home.
                          
After my conversation with my mom earlier, I realised that I need to be honest with Bryce. The best way for us to get through these bumps in our relationship is by being one hundred percent transparent with one another, and so I need to tell him the full extent of what happened between Knox and I.
                          
The truth is, that though just for a split second, I was willing to have sex with him. I didn't really want to, by any means, but it crossed my mind as a way to get revenge on my boyfriend.
                          
My boyfriend . . .
                          
We also clearly have to discuss the status of our relationship. 
                          
I can't even be sure whether or not we're still in a relationship.
                          
I certainly do want to be in a relationship with Bryce still. Sometimes it seems like the only thing that keeps me going is the thought of being in his arms later that night, hearing him call me 'baby girl' or 'sweetheart'.
                          
I'm an idiot for not asking Bryce to pick me up. I don't even know why I thought it made sense to show up at his house and surprise him.
                          
Actually, Charlie probably would've driven me if I had asked. Any option seems better that this one.
                          
Deciding to distract myself from the cold, I begin thinking about Bryce again.
                          
Bryce Freaking Bradshaw. The love of my whole entire life.
                          
He's perfect. That's simply the best word to describe him. And I know that I don't praise him enough, but he's just too goddamn great for words to describe.
                          
I love his face and I love his body. He's the most attractive man that I've ever laid eyes on, without a doubt. I love his tattoos and the story they tell, and I love the twinkle in his eyes and the dimples in his cheeks.
                          
I love how he has the crudest sense of humour, and how though he hates to admit it, he has one of the biggest hearts ever. He has so much love to give to the world, and despite the tough exterior he has, he's so incredibly sweet.
                          
He never fails to make me happy when I need him. He gives the best hugs ever, and all it takes is our eyes meeting from across the room for me to feel butterflies in my stomach.
                          
I suddenly realise that I've been mindlessly staring down at my feet as I walk, but as soon as I look upwards and in front of me, I immediately spot Bryce heading towards me.
                          
With a cigarette between his lips.
                          
First he gets drunk, and then this? I've told him countless times how much I hate seeing him smoke, and he still does it.