A Unique Crossover

Chapter87: Gate keeper

David's POV

Standing in the shower for nearly an hour, that's all I've been doing. I was just standing under a shower head where hot water is running down on your body.

You don't really notice or care much about the heat. As your mind runs everything that happened during the day, from morning until you stepped into the shower.

Thirty minutes before the water was ice cold, not only to cool off my muscles from training. But also to cool off my anger that was spiraling out of control. The harsh and necessary conversation with Stephanie had finally been done and is now in the past.

She definitely hates my guts from now on. And for good reasons. Ever since I got her to agree into our previous relationship, I hated myself. Have been disgusted with the length that I would go to deal with my grief and pain. Even to this day, I'm not proud of it. Nor myself.

But that conversation is over. It's part of the past now, and I can't stay in it. Now, it was time for the bigger and most important discussion needs to take place.

And I don't want to have it in the state that my emotions were in. Especially to the person who I need to speak to.

Once I was absolutely confident that I was in a much better head space, I switched off the water. Dried, got dressed, brushed my teeth for hygiene, and didn't have any mint.

As I was tying my laces, Ryan pat me on the back, "You're alright, my guy?"

"Yeah." I nodded, switching to the right shoe. Then, out of nowhere, his head was staring at me upside down, "You're sure, Bru? Because you've never taken a shower that long before."

Lightly pushing his head away before assuring him, "I'm all good, mate. It was just a shower."

Straightening myself after my shoe laces were tied. Double checking myself in the mirror for the third time. As I lightly shook my fingers through my hair, my heart was taking double beats per second. It's kinda stupid to stress on my curls since they're usually in a messy style.

But Ariel likes my curls. She never told me in person, yet whatever chance she gets, she plays with it.

Shaking the overthinking about my hair, because that was time wasting. And was a small excuse to delay the conversation.

Will she talk to me? Will she even want to talk to me when I get to her?

Walking through the hall, having this small opening of this conversation. As if it's an English presentation for the term's marks. It's crazy to think that I'm getting this nervous to talk to her.

Aren't you always nervous whenever you talk to her? Like every single day?

Annoying inner voice 2.0 was back and might have been taking notes from the cocky one. Don't know if I should be proud or worried that they're getting along.

Before thinking further on this, a comforting pat landed on top of my shoulder. Then I was pulled into Ryan's side, "Dude, chill. You look like you're about to commit a crime."

Hovering a breath when I was finally standing in front of the dormroom, "You're gonna be talking to Jennie, and everything's gonna be fine."

Knocking on the door, trying to believe my mate's words. I know that Ariel and I can work things out with a talk. But it wasn't the talk with her that I was most worried about.

The door opened slightly, causing me to stand up straight. Saying bravely, "Hey. I wanna talk to Ariel, please."

Peyton quickly and quietly stepped out of room, closing the door behind her. Becoming nearly face to face with me, having fire in her eyes, "She's asleep right now, and you need to leave."