Dear Frienemy | SCK AU story

3 | Accidental Love

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      Eda should've been awarded the best actress of the year for playing my girlfriend. As anticipated, my mother doesn't warm up to her, claiming that she's not well suited for me, and insisting that I'm 'marrying below my station'.

     My mother, Aydan Bolat, comes from old money, and had a privileged childhood, endowed with everything and anything that her heart desired.

     For as long as I can remember, she has had her heart set on making my childhood friend, Cemre Erdogan, her daughter-in-law, much to my chagrin.

     Eda, my firecracker, manages to hold her own and even stands toe-to-toe against my mother and her gaggle of snooty socialite friends. The snobbish Mrs. so- and-sos, in their over-the-top outfits and gaudy jewelry try to pull their punches during the meet and greet with Eda.

     The witches cackle behind her back, spew backhanded compliments, and sling innuendoes and saccharine insults at her during the party. Well, they tried anyways.

     Eda sees through their juvenile game and takes the bull by the horns, fighting back with flawless verbal assassination like a champ. She insults the obnoxious and ostentatious flock of sheep, the mean girls, without them even realizing that they've been insulted. My firecracker can throw shade like none other, and her spitfire comebacks warrant a standing ovation.

     All is well with my impeccable plan until I start to fall for Eda, for real real. Yes, yours truly falls head over heels in lust with his fake girlfriend within the three month period, and finds himself stranded at a crossroad.

     So, why is falling in love a bad thing, you ask? Fundamentally, falling in love, or lust, I should say, is not a bad thing, but it's not designed for someone like me.

     I'm hoping against all odds that my craving for Eda will gradually fade away, like an old photograph, but it hasn't. Don't get me wrong, I was a veteran of this fall head over heels in love circus, many moons ago, but didn't come close to achieving the revered happily-ever-after that every enamoured soul strives for. Nope, no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow for this Romeo. Not only did my love story not have a Hallmark ending, it ended like a Greek tragedy.

     Love rewarded me with having my heart crushed into a trillion pieces. I was that lovesick puppy who would've given the woman he loved, the moon, maybe even the world - until she threw his heart into the Cuisinart blender and chopped the shit out of it.

     Suffice to say, having my heart trampled on, transformed me into a fear-of-commitment asshole. It turned me into a cold-hearted brute who no longer believes in HEA. I am a scrooge, when it comes to love. Being in love is an illusion. Eternal love is an unattainable thing that romance novelists exploit, as they try to claw their way to the New York Times bestseller list.

     Then there's another lie suggesting that there's that one person destined to be your soulmate. She supposedly holds the other half of your heart, blah blah blah. To be honest, does anyone want to spend the rest of his life on earth with one person?  Quite frankly, that's a terrifying thought.

     So, what's the dealio with me falling for Eda? I'm a handsome hot-blooded man and she's a beautiful woman, nobody can ever argue with that. So I've been lusting after her. So what? Right? Anyways, I digress. Back to my sob story.

     It was on that sad dreary night that I made the decision to put my heart, or what was left of it, in the vault and tossed away the key, for good. Good riddance sappy slobbery heart, I will fill my bachelorhood with many many beautiful creatures who aren't looking to lock me down.

     As it turns out, my brilliant plan might end up biting me in the ass. If I do in fact fall in lust or love with Eda, my story might have a HEA ending after all.