Irreplaceable

chapter 2 | carousel

JASMIN MARTINEZ

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In amusement parks, the popular ride, carousel, goes in a circle going up and down before stopping in the same position.

The carousel does a three-sixty, couple of times before leading you back to the start.

Complementary, to my situation today. I am met up with a familiar face, a face I didn't want to see for the rest of my existence, a face that brought hell to earth, a face that broke me apart, leaving me to itty bitty pieces, a face that haunts me in my nightmares, a face that taunts me in my dreams.

I did a three-sixty, my world flipped upside down but yet I still crossed paths with him. As a carousel, I am pulled back to him, to the beginning.

Albeit, the carousel went up and down, the ending remained the same. It would always come back to where you began. Your starting position.

The stars once again trying to align.

However, this time around they will not align. I won't submit. I won't fall for his stupid tricks. In the last five years, a lot has changed, and honestly for the better.

We are two peas in a pod that are not meant to be together, ever.

He's a lying, merciless asshole, and a fucking cheater. I won't let my guard down this time around. He will be the bad nightmare that I can't escape. The walls I have built over the years are my barriers to not ever go through a heartbreak again.

I know what I deserve. And, it's not him.

I deserve better. I always did.

I walked up to the bar to get myself a drink. A much-needed drink.

"Hey beautiful, what can I get started for you?" The bartender asked.

I rolled my eyes. "Don Julio 1942."

"Coming right up." I nodded and sat down on the barstool.

I looked around and saw everyone chatting with one another. Some gawking their eyes at me. I turned around and faced the bar.

Not worth my time.

When I stepped foot into this ballroom, the number of eyes on me was ridiculous. I didn't mind though. I was late to the event because I slept in since I didn't get sleep at night because I fucked. Also, I could've come to the event sooner but I honestly did not care enough to have the stylist, and makeup artist to hurry up.

A girl needs to look good.

I was purely fashionably late.

The bartender handed me the tequila and I took a long sip. My eyes scrunched and I shook my head when the tequila went down my throat. I placed the glass back down on the counter.

I couldn't believe that I didn't see him before at the event. I saw the awards on his table but I didn't see him going to the stage and accepting them. Or maybe he did when I decided to go to the bathroom after I received my award purely because I was bored.

I was about to get up and leave before a voice stopped me.

"Hi, are you single?" A familiar voice asked from behind me. A voice I want nothing to do with. A voice I want to forget. A voice that broke me apart. A voice that I despise.

"No, I'm forever single." I turned around to face the asshole, standing in all his glory. I smiled sarcastically. I hate you, Chase.

His black blazer was now taken off and his white button-up shirt was clinging to his body to show off his body. How can somebody get more bulkier? His shoulders were broader. His tailored shirt was hugging him in the rights spots to show his muscular body.