The Challenge

The Reality of Things

                                                                                     LEXI

I avoided social media, online, and even TV for nearly 3 days. I didn't want to be on it seeing London and Sebastian promote their undeniable "fake" love for each other.

It broke me pieces to know that man's love was suppose to be mine to tell the world, not hers.

It pained me to know that even after all we'd been through together, he was willing to throw it away for no other reason but for his career. I thought at one point of time...I was more special than all that. Now however, I could clearly see I wasn't.

Maybe 2 years ago I wasn't suppose to be back with Sebastian.

That what we had once upon a time was all it was. Something we had. Things like this I guess are meant to stay in movies and books.

I was walking back to the house as I left for hours to get some fresh air while my sister drove herself for a change to her own interview and was now returning back. The good thing about being on a beachfront property, it could help ease the thoughts that were running miles in my mind.

I hadn't talked to London since that day at the villa and realized on my stroll that if I never did, she would never know how deeply cut my heart felt or even why.

So I decided to actually tell her what happened between me and him. She had the right to know. Away from the cameras, away from fans and others. Just a raw and honest reaction which I only feared more than anything. Nevertheless, it was definitely time to tell her the truth.

Jingling the keys inside the door, it then swung open as I entered inside seeing no one in sight.

That was odd. She should've been back home by now. But given their current relationship status, they're probably being paid to go to dinner tonight on their first date.

Sighing about to just head to my room, I could see her purse on the bench and knew that she was home indeed. Knowing that she wasn't here or in her room that was wide open now...that only meant one place left.

Our film room, otherwise known as her comfort place.

Rushing downstairs to the basement, I then instantly saw London sitting on the couch. She was holding an ice pack on her hand for some reason as she stared into the blank TV screen in front of her, looking miserable.

That was strange. She never had a genuine sad emotion on her face.

"Hey..." I shyly uttered. She snickered and shook her head.

"Look at that, she does know how to speak to me." She muttered.

I knew that was coming. I sighed and bit my lip nervously and walked a little further in.

"Look London I'm really sorry. I just needed to think-" I tried to say.

"Think about what?! How you can just stab me in the back?!" She then yelled, jumping up angrily and turning her whole body to me.

I looked to her mystified. That was a lot more anger and rage than I thought, and I didn't even tell her anything yet.

"Please just listen! Let me explain myself-" I tried again.

She smirked and rolled her eyes spitefully. "No you listen to me! You lied to me!" She snapped.

Okay, I was in more confusion. What did I lie to her about that I wasn't already going to tell her about?