Possessive Rich Boys (COMPLETED)

Chapter 23 (Pt. 1, Side A)

Playlist  - Lotus Inn by Why Don't We

Luna 

The beautiful morning greets me, and I feel nothing. I had allowed myself to be this vulnerable, and here I am: paying for it. 

I wallowed in self-pity all day yesterday, choosing to stay in bed, missing out on school and avoiding attention at all cost. It was a miracle that aunt Lucille wasn't at home to poke her head around my door to check on me, God forbid, force me to provide an explanation of my sudden pity-party.

I’ve never feigned illness to skip school or even forge my aunt's signature on the sick note. Heartbreak can do that to you. 

I cringe at fresh memories from the night when everything went downhill with that stupid Ares. If I could kill him right now then I would, but I love him too so I want to kill these flaring emotions inside me. 

My phone hasn't been beeped or rang a single time in the past two days. No one from school bothered to check up on me, they didn't even send me a dm on instagram to ask me of my whereabouts. It kind of stings to know that I am so much of an insignificance in the eyes of my ‘friends.’ 

This excludes my aunt. She called me five times and I cut off any lengthy conversation. I could tell she was starting to suspect something was wrong with me. 

I was in no mood to go back to school and face that goddamn heartless piece of shit. I wasn't done with him by any means. The rage inside me was dead set out to seek retribution from him. Yet a small part of me wants to go back to him, to our old ways, accept whatever he's willing to offer even if it's a temporary bliss, I hate that I still want to be with him. 

I’m angry, sad and irritated. I’m a jumbled bag of mixed emotions and confusing thoughts. My heart and my head had never been in a dilemma before. Until him. 

Feeling frustrated with myself, I decided to get some fresh air and buy groceries for dinner tonight. 

After doing all my chores and homework, I lay awake in my bed, that night’s events going over and over in my head. How could I possibly let myself be that weak and vulnerable in front of Ares? I’m not weak, and I’m not about to let Ares make me that way. 

I’d probably always want him. Maybe I needed to let him mess with my feelings more to rid that love from my heart. 

Damn, Luna, you're pathetic. I mentally berate myself,  hate that this is what love has made me stoop down to, and if this is how I am going to be then I may as well stoop down to the lowest. 

I found it impossible to clear my mind and stop thinking about Ares. It was nearly midnight when my eyes closed shut and drowsiness consumed me, but one thing remained constant, I couldn't escape Ares even in my dreams. 

How can you become so attached to something with such limited time together? The answer is easy and unbearable all at once. I feel like Ares was made especially for me, and the fact that he doesn't share my feelings is cruel.

The next morning I woke up feeling as if I didn't sleep a wink, my brain was active and refused to shut down. My eyes hurt from all the crying and I didn’t even check my appearance in the mirror twice. I felt terrible and looked the same. 

Peddling away all my worries made me reach to one solid conclusion. I wasn't going to let Ares step over my feelings or anyone for the matter of fact. I was done making others problems my own. It was time to lead my life without drama. 

I chewed on the end of my pen an hour later, working out some perplexing math equation. My attention shifted to my phone when it dinged the arrival of a message. I snatched it up while my head was preoccupied with the math problem at hand, wrote something down and glanced at the screen.