Be the Death of Me
Chapter thirty
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**5 years later**
Olivia's POV:
"Mark! Have you seen my keys anywhere?" I shouted into the apartment, as I fitted a particularly stubborn earring into my ear. I was already late, and I seriously could not deal with this right now.
"Yeah babe! They're on the coffee table, where you left them," he chuckles, leaning against the door frame, his bare chest practically taunting me but I have to leave, like right now. Screw school for making me all punctual and shit.
He saunters over to me, and wraps his arms round my wast carefully, leaving wet kisses up my neck and making his way to my jaw. I want nothing more than to be able to lean back into his sculpted, strong chest, but alas, fucking law school does not quit.
I'll admit, I am quite proud of myself for making it this far, and by myself of all things. I applied to NYU the month I returned to New York, and was shocked that I actually was accepted. Of course though, it wasn't like the movies or stories where I got a full scholarship, but I did manage a partial scholarship, and the rest was covered by student loans that still needed to be payed off. But it didn't matter, because as of right now, I couldn't be prouder of myself.
I got my Bachelor's degree in business and economics, followed by my acceptance into Harvard Law school a month prior to my graduation. Of course I accepted, and I rented a small apartment near campus. Mark and I had met junior year of my BA and we've been dating for three years now. He was in the medical program at NYU and continues to go there, so that he can get a Masters degree and potentially a PH.D, however considering that he is currently on his Spring Break (how is it that he gets it before me?!) so he decided to visit.
I smile and kiss his shoulder, before I spin on my heel and press one last kiss to his pulse point at his neck, the highest point that I can reach. "I'll see you later, baby. Wish me luck," I grin and he does as well, bending down to capture my lips once more before I really have to go.
Damn do mid-terms suck ass.
As I make my way to my car, my phone starts to ring obnoxiously loud, and I immediately think that it's Mark, wanting to wish me luck once again. The thought makes my heart flutter. and I am disappointed to a see a unknown number. I sigh as I press the red 'decline' button, shoving my phone deep in my bag after turning it off.
Over the last five years, since our dreaded breakup, Ashley has been nothing but persistent, and he continues to call me to this day. Perhaps I should be flattered that he hasn't given up on me quite yet, but if anything it's annoying and rather irritating at times. I want nothing more to be able to move on happily with my new boyfriend, and Ashley, my ex who broke my heart and trust, just won't let me.
One day I will have to face him again, but I just would rather put that off for as long as possible. Beside, all he knows is that I've moved back to New York, he doesn't know that I now reside in Massachusetts.
I take a deep breath as I pause outside the door of my final examination for this part of the term. I've moved on since Ashley, and I have worked so hard or this. I will no longer allow for him to hold any control over my life any longer.
And with that thought in my head, I push the door open and begin the exam.
**5 years later**
Olivia's POV:
"Mark! Have you seen my keys anywhere?" I shouted into the apartment, as I fitted a particularly stubborn earring into my ear. I was already late, and I seriously could not deal with this right now.
"Yeah babe! They're on the coffee table, where you left them," he chuckles, leaning against the door frame, his bare chest practically taunting me but I have to leave, like right now. Screw school for making me all punctual and shit.
He saunters over to me, and wraps his arms round my wast carefully, leaving wet kisses up my neck and making his way to my jaw. I want nothing more than to be able to lean back into his sculpted, strong chest, but alas, fucking law school does not quit.
I'll admit, I am quite proud of myself for making it this far, and by myself of all things. I applied to NYU the month I returned to New York, and was shocked that I actually was accepted. Of course though, it wasn't like the movies or stories where I got a full scholarship, but I did manage a partial scholarship, and the rest was covered by student loans that still needed to be payed off. But it didn't matter, because as of right now, I couldn't be prouder of myself.
I got my Bachelor's degree in business and economics, followed by my acceptance into Harvard Law school a month prior to my graduation. Of course I accepted, and I rented a small apartment near campus. Mark and I had met junior year of my BA and we've been dating for three years now. He was in the medical program at NYU and continues to go there, so that he can get a Masters degree and potentially a PH.D, however considering that he is currently on his Spring Break (how is it that he gets it before me?!) so he decided to visit.
I smile and kiss his shoulder, before I spin on my heel and press one last kiss to his pulse point at his neck, the highest point that I can reach. "I'll see you later, baby. Wish me luck," I grin and he does as well, bending down to capture my lips once more before I really have to go.
Damn do mid-terms suck ass.
As I make my way to my car, my phone starts to ring obnoxiously loud, and I immediately think that it's Mark, wanting to wish me luck once again. The thought makes my heart flutter. and I am disappointed to a see a unknown number. I sigh as I press the red 'decline' button, shoving my phone deep in my bag after turning it off.
Over the last five years, since our dreaded breakup, Ashley has been nothing but persistent, and he continues to call me to this day. Perhaps I should be flattered that he hasn't given up on me quite yet, but if anything it's annoying and rather irritating at times. I want nothing more to be able to move on happily with my new boyfriend, and Ashley, my ex who broke my heart and trust, just won't let me.
One day I will have to face him again, but I just would rather put that off for as long as possible. Beside, all he knows is that I've moved back to New York, he doesn't know that I now reside in Massachusetts.
I take a deep breath as I pause outside the door of my final examination for this part of the term. I've moved on since Ashley, and I have worked so hard or this. I will no longer allow for him to hold any control over my life any longer.
And with that thought in my head, I push the door open and begin the exam.
Notes
Liv has moved on, so sad! But she's now dating a hto medical student and on her way to becoming a badass lawyer! You go girl!
Such an amazing story. I love it.
12/7/15