"Uhmm_Hi." He snapped
"Hi." I answered plainly.
"What the hell!," Tasha smacked her face filled with disgust. "Just where do you get those balls from? Huh!, Showing up like this and think that you can pull tricks with your greetings and just like that we are going to forget what you did. Oh please boy! don't make me beat you up." She barked.
Her voice had caught everyone's attention and all eyes were on us.
People just never quit sticking their noses into other people's business.
"Let's get the hell out of this place before I loose my cool." Tasha said grabbing my hand.
The show is over. Already?
How fast.
How about a little more drama. We just can't disappoint all this eyes. They've got to see more.
And so I pulled away from Tasha dramatically and stepped back.
"You don't get to drag me like that like you own me. Don't you think I'm old enough to know how to take care of my business,most especially this one?"
"Oh yeah?" She asked me furiously and surprised afraid that I'll pick Brett's side.
This whole time Brett was standing there silently watching all drama unfold. He probably didn't expect that move I did on Tasha and deep down he was glad.
I could see him stretch a smile and I swear this killed me more than anything. But as much as I couldn't stand it I had to blow Tasha away.
"Yeah, what are you going to do about it?"
"You ungrateful piece of shit, you just never learnt you lesson and you never will. Keep that up and you will eventually loose everyone who cares. You deserve each other anyway."
Ouch!
Those were heavy words right there . I could feel a big lump on my throat wanting to choke me up to my death. I shed a tear and before they fell on my cheeks I wiped them off immediately.
The whole hall way was silent and filled with tension. I could hear Tasha's heavy breaths as well as everyone's. I didn't know what to say or do and so I just stood there.
There was no comeback for what she just said.
"Everything okay here?" Violet stormed in squeezing herself out of the crowd relieving the room's awkward tension.
"I asked, is everything okay here?" She asked again this time raising her voice and fixing her eyes on Tasha.
"Nothing we can't take care of." Brett answered ignorantly.
His voice filled the room and this made me want to puke. What did I even see in him.
Everything about him now irritates more that you can imagine. I might as well just strike a knife inside his black heart and kill him already.
"I didn't ask you. Tasha is everything okay?" Violet said plainly looking at me and then at Tasha.
Okay, I see what's going on here.
"Everything is okay." I answered not knowing if she really wanted to hear it from me or from her cheating girlfriend. Who was all red because of anger.
"Well it didn't look like it." Violet goes again.
I honestly don't have the time or energy to explain things so how about we test waters with this new personality of mine and be rude.
"You wouldn't know that because you were not here right?, I said we are good so how about you let us be and focus on things that actually concern you." I rolled confidently.
Whoo! This feels nice.
"Excuse me what did you just say to me?" Violet asked as If she didn't hear what I just said.
"Did I stutter?" I went again.
" To my office right now." She ordered.
Back then when I heard those words I would be so tensed . I knew they meant nothing but trouble but that was then and not today.
" Maybe tomorrow vee because now it's my time for me to go home." I said looking at my wrist watch that wasn't even there.
From the murmurs I could clearly tell they were about me because I could hear my name in between their lines.
It is suprising how it doesn't bother me that people are talking behind my back. I really have changed a lot. The old me would have freaked out.
Out of all the people Tasha was the one surprised more.
But also that's not all
I held Brett's hand and walked him out of the crowd as everyone watched. His hands were cold I could feel he was tensed.
Like what the fuck are you doing Jewel. I just took you through hell and now you are all lovey dovey with me. Should I be scared or should I be happy.
That after everything I still get to hold your hand.
Okay I also don't know why I dragged me him out and as much as I hate him I have to fake it that I am okay.
Oh please!
He should know better than that
He can't be that dumb
Or is he?
How pathetic.
"Uhm- Hey beautiful_
What an asshole!
He still got the guts of calling me beautiful. I mean of course I am beautiful but he shouldn't be the one to call me that.
It doesn't fascinate me no more.
"What's up handsome? , you want to get out of here? From all that drama? And do something fun? Like eat an ice cream and uhm- go balling?" I asked a million questions not sure he could get all that given how dumb he was.
He looked flirted. How could he not?
I had asked sweetly with my ever soft beautiful voice. It's almost as if I was reciting a poem. Like I had it rehearsed first.
"Are you sure?" He asked back
Of course I am not sure. I literally hate you and you god-damned guts I might just spit on your face right now and tell you how much you disgust me and how I can't stand you.
But no!, I can't tell you that you fool.
So please could you make things much more easier for me and stop asking studid questions.
"I am sure, why are you even asking that?, Or it's you that you ain't sure?" I went again with the questions.
Turning tables on him huh?
That's very wise of me.
"You have no idea how much I want this, how much I had missed this." He yapped.
Oh Just shut up already.
Enough with all that crap you are saying. His words had nothing on me anymore.
If anything , they made me more bitter.
He grabbed my hand more tightly and gave me a tentaslising warm smile. It felt real.
He then opened the car door for me and watched me alight.
That I cringe.
It didn't feel so gentleman-ish as it was supposed to be. Funny how nothing he did impressed me even a bit.
As he was driving I remembered how watching him drive would always melt me and adore him as we stole kisses from each other every now and then.
And now all I could think of is how I can turn that steering wheel and crash him down the bridge and get done with him.
Already.
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Short Story"I'd rather fight with him for the rest of my life than replace him." I told my best friend Tasha sobbing bitterly. Every time I say I am done I find myself going back to him. He's so brutal but every time I'm in his arms I feel so safe. I'm still...
