wild summer | #wattys2021

chapter thirteen

James' pov

I knew this was wrong and it wasn't supposed to happen again. This was a mistake, and I couldn't help it.

I wanted nothing after last night because believe it or not, I still love Maisie. I've been ignoring all her calls lately. Yeah, I'm a stupid fool but this stupid fool still cares about his girlfriend. However, I know Hazel would want more.

I woke up to an empty bed and the sheets cold. The search for my clothes wasn't easy. I'm sure I left my shirt on the floor last night but now it's nowhere to be seen. So I pulled myself up and went to the bathroom to wash my face. I changed into a new t-shirt with pants before returning to the bedroom.

Then out of nowhere Hazel came into view and she's wearing nothing but my grey shirt from last night. "I hope your girlfriend doesn't mind I wear your t-shirt," she said.

Maisie used to wear my clothes all the time in our apartment. She used to wear the one Hazel is wearing too.

Hazel sat on the bed and interlocked her fingers with me. "I know you're probably regretting it right now. But I don't regret it one bit, James. Sorry your girlfriend doesn't know how to treat you right other than sit still and look pretty beside you. She's a spoiled girlfriend."

"Don't talk about her like that," I snapped at Hazel. "She's more than just a pretty face. I love her, Hazel. And what happened last night was my fault. I cheated on her."

"You need to stop blaming yourself, James. It's her fault too--"

"Stop talking! You don't get to say anything about her. Yes, what I told you about her was true. She's a rich, famous kid. But she's kind and caring. You know what? I feel sorry for you Hazel because you will never know her the way that I do." I pulled my hand away and stood a little further from her. Suddenly I miss the warm of Maisie's embrace.

"You're right," she breathe. "I will never know her like you do and I'm glad for it because I don't want to. I don't want to know how popular she is around her friends or how talented she is. I don't care about her but I care about what she did to you. She cares about her life more than she cares about you. She's not right for you, James."

I shook my head. "She is the right one for me. She is the perfect girl I could ever dream of and I consider myself very lucky to fall in love with a girl like her. I will always love her, but I can never love you Hazel. You and me, we can never have a happy ending."

Hazel let out a sigh. "I know we don't feel the same way, James. I know I shouldn't care for your life because you're not mine to care about, but I'm starting to care so much about you and it hurts because I know that in the end, you will still choose her. No matter how many times she choose her friends or her career over you, I know you will still choose her over and over again."

I saw something flashed in her eyes. For the first time I think she looked at me with such hatred, or regret. Then she stood up and quickly ran out of the room.

I never meant to hurt her. I broke Maisie's heart, now I broke Hazel's. Obviously I will have to fix my relationship with Maisie first. Without thinking any further, I packed my things, cleaned the house a little, and called a cab.

I feel bad for leaving without saying anything to Hazel, but I don't think I'm ready to face her again. So I wrote her a letter and left it on the counter at the diner she works at. I asked another waitress to give it to Hazel later tonight when she's here for her night shift.

I hope she can forgive me. I hope she's happy. Maybe someday I'll see her again, maybe not. Time will tell.

For now, I have to go back to Maisie and tell her how sorry I am. I will tell her the truth, because even though I was everything, but I wasn't a liar.

I hope Maisie can forgive me too.

Hours and hours later, I finally landed and breath the same air as Maisie. It was late at night already. Perhaps Maisie is already asleep.

Guilt enveloped me the second I entered our apartment. Damn it, I cheated on her.

I frowned when I saw the lights were off. I took a sit on the couch, expecting to smell the lingering scent of Maisie's expensive perfume, but I was met with nothing and fresh air.

I tried to call her phone a couple of times but they didn't get through. So I waited for her to come home, if she comes home.

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