Back to the Present

'Robbie?' Brooke asks, standing there with buckling knees. It seems like all she wants to do is run away in embarrassment, but she quickly gets a hold of herself. 'What are you doing here?'

'Well, actually, just like everyone else here, I was planning on getting some breakfast,' you tell her bitterly. 'But I didn't know you worked here, so maybe I should find some place else.' You push your chair back a little, making motions to leave, but she stops you.

Her hand pressed against your shoulder, the first physical contact you had with her in 5 years, she pleads; 'No, don't leave on my account. I hate for us to still be so bitter towards each other.'

'I don't think you have a say in that matter,' you say, staring at her angrily. But for some reason, looking at her now only makes you sexually attracted to her again. What a cruel jape.

'I know you're mad at me,' she says desperately. 'But don't let me ruin breakfast for you too, please? I'll stay out of your hair, just let me take your order.'

You sigh, defeated. 'Fine, I will have some pancakes and a cup of black coffee please.'

She gives you a sweet, relieved smile, and you can't help but smile back faintly. Then she turns around, and knowing full well how turned on you get by it, she wiggles her cute ass under her skirt as she walks back to the kitchen. Blood rushes towards your crotch instantaneously, and you wish you could, just once - NO! Not after what happened.

You try to think of anything else, while staring out of the window, but after a few minutes you see her reflection again, as she is bringing you your food. As you look up at her, you notice she has unbuttoned some of her blouse, showing her magnificent cleavage. You can't help but stare, as she serves your food and coffee. She smiles as she sees you staring, and you quickly look away again.

'Enjoy your meal, honey!' she winks, as if nothing is wrong between you two.

'Yeah, thanks,' you say, trying to hide the tent forming in your pants.

As she walks away again, you try to focus on the pancakes - which are delicious - so that maybe your erection will subside. Unfortunately, after you finished the pancakes, it still hasn't, and Brooke is on her way again to pick up the dishes.

'Anything else you need, sweetie?'

'No, just the bill, thanks...'

'It's on the house, Robbie.'

Before you can say anything she interrupts; 'I know it's not much, but I just want to say that I'm sorry. For everything. What I did to you was despicable, and I never regretted anything as much in my life. And I really hope that, one day, you can think about forgiving me. So for now, I will just give you free meals.'

'This doesn't change anything, Brooke,' you tell her. 'You had sex with not one, but two of my best friends! At the same time! I saw it all!'

The other diners were now looking at the two of you with angry curiosity. You may have been a little too loud, so you continue whispering; 'I don't know how you could ever make this right, Brooke. I really don't.'

'I know this will sound silly,' Brooke starts. 'But after all these years... I'm still in love with you. You're the one that stuck. No one else ever gave me as much satisfaction as you did, and I don't think anyone ever will. Especially now that I'm getting married. But I will never forgive myself if I at least didn't try. But I get that things will never be okay between us again, so all I can ask, is that you think about it. Okay?'

'You're getting married?' you ask. 'To who?'

'Look, that doesn't matter. I - '

'Who?' you ask again.

'Alright, don't get mad, but... after what happened, I was so alone. You left for college, and I was a wreck... and he was there for me... so one thing led to another...'

'Who?'

'... Adam'

You look at her in amazement, and can't think of anything to say. This news disgusts you. After all of that, Adam eagerly continued betraying you? You feel like you want to **** him with both of your hands...

But as you look at Brooke solemn face, full of regret, you can't help but blame him. She really was the most beautiful girl you've ever seen, and you would be stupid not to take a chance with her. So you calm down a little.

'Alright, well I wish both of you all the luck in the world,' you tell her finally, as you get up. 'Don't invite me to the wedding.'

'Robbie, wait!' she shouts. 'I thought I might be happy with him, some day. But seeing you here now, shook my beliefs again. I don't think I can be happy with him, I can't be happy with anyone. Except for you...'

'Well, that's a bummer, good bye...'

'No, hang on! Isn't there anything I can do? I mean... anything?'