Remedy [MxM]

Chapter 12: What to do When Your (not) Boyfriend Breaks up With You

This chapter was edited on 2/3/2016 and includes minor alterations. Enjoy!

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Two months. It'd been two months since Chris left, and I hadn't seen him since. I'd stopped going to the bar, like he'd asked, and I hadn't called or texted him. But goddamn did I miss him sometimes. Which is ridiculous, because it was an affair. I shouldn't think about him so much. It was, quite literally, taking up any of my free time. I had several job interviews, all of which went horribly because I couldn't think straight. Well, the last one was intentional, but still. At the rate I was going, I'd end up homeless or something.

"Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"That. Moping thing that you're doing. Stop it."

I glared slightly at Lizzie for that. "I am not moping."

"Yes you are. For the past two months, you've just moped around. My God, get a hold of yourself. You're how old? You shouldn't be so hung up over a little break-up."

"First off, I'm not moping. Second, I didn't have a break-up. I didn't even have a girlfriend." I snorted.

"Fine, boyfriend. However you choose to roll."

I rolled my eyes at that, choosing not to reply. Maybe if I just ignored the question long enough, Lizzie would leave me alone. It was a slim chance, but I'd take it.

"Okay, seriously, why are you so. Bleh?"

I looked over at Lizzie finally, who was sitting across from me on the blanket she had brought with us to the park. Cash has been rolling around in the grass previously, and was now laying across my lap as I scratched his ear. I hadn't really wanted to go out when I went over to watch my sister, but she insisted, and I'd rather just go than sit there listening to her complain.

"I'm not telling you." I responded to her, watching her expression morph into annoyance.

"Why?"

"It's grown-up stuff." I retorted, watching as Lizzie rolled her eyes.

"Seriously? I've been on my period for two years, and I've known about sex since fourth grade."

"Oh, come on. I don't want to know about the blood coming out of your—Ugh. You're gross." I frowned. She laughed loudly, shaking her head.

"You're worse than the guys in my school. But I mean it, tell me. It's been two months since I've seen you even remotely happy. So spill, dickhead."

I rolled my eyes slightly at the insult, which was absolutely unnecessary, before sighing quietly and turning my attention down to Cash. "I did sort of have a break-up, but I didn't have one at the same time." I finally said, not needing to look up to see Lizzie's confused expression.

"What?"

"See, told you you wouldn't get it. It's grown-up stuff."

Lizzie rolled her eyes. "Whatever, asshole. How is that even possible? Were you dating them or not?"

I thought about it, and no. I wasn't. I had absolutely no reason to feel as upset as I was over this. The guy was cheating on his boyfriend with me. His abusive boyfriend, at that. I should've known that it would end like it did. But at the same time. He said he liked me. More than his boyfriend. Which counts for something, right? Well, maybe if would if said boyfriend wasn't a sadistic asshole.