The One

The One (31)

Once, I would never thought that there would be a time when I'd be having this talk with Steve.

"We need to talk."

I followed him into his room and sat stiffly on his bed.

How many times have I laid on this bed?

How many times have I entered his room without permission?

Every single memory comes floating back to my mind.

"So? What did you want to say?" I asked, pretending to be nonchalant and playing it cool on the outside.

"Since you've already seen me with Stella -"

"Who the hell is Stella?"

I sure have a knack of not knowing who people are.

Steve looked at me in such a way that somehow I knew that he was referring to that girl at the party.

"Since you've seen me with another girl, I guess I don't have to hide it from you anymore," said Steve offhandedly.

"What do you mean?"

"Sorry, Felicia, but I don't have any feelings for you. Never had, and never will," said Steve.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

I stared at him blankly, willing myself not to cry.

Steve sighed exasperatedly. "Do I have to spell it out so carefully? What I'm saying is, I'm done with you. It's over between us."

I blinked a few times, and it was only a few seconds later that I understood what he was saying.

"It's over? You're breaking up with me?" I asked.

He nodded.

I knew I saw him blatantly cheating on me at the party, but this is far worse.

Having the one you've spent so much time with, the one who said he'll always be there for you even when your sky is falling, the one who would kill spiders for you, the one who would win penguins for you at a games booth just so that people could tell we were together even though it meant potentially ruining his rep,  tell you that it was a lie all this time is what hurts most.

A feeling of betrayal.

What about when he helped me get back at Damien?

'Steve, look, I'm... I'm sorry...'

'It's okay. It was high time someone taught him a lesson.'

'Aren't you equally bad?'

'Felicia, I may flirt around, but I certainly don't go around breaking hearts like him. Don't compare me with him.'

Was that a lie?

Because my heart sure feels more broken and mangled that it has ever been before.

"Are you saying," I struggled to find the right words. "That you were the same as Damien? Both of you were just playing around with me?"

"What do you think?"

What about at the amusement park where you asked me to be your girlfriend?

'Just admit it already, you like me.'

'I don't even know if you're serious or you're just kidding me now?'

'Then look at me. I'm serious.'

'I... I don't know...'

'Well, that could be a serious problem then.'

'Why?'