Deceiving Destiny

Chapter 25: What Hurts the Most, Beast

Chapter 25: What Hurts The Most, Beast

I was walking with spring to my steps, my mood uplifted from its previous downfall. I felt refreshed, the stupid grin still plastered on my face. The earlier talk with Blake, no matter how overbearing and dominating he could be, didn't fail to make me smile; it was such a wonder how a simple talk with him could make a drastic change inside me. The memory of his sensual lips parted in surprise and pitch black eyes darkening even more made my inner goddes squealed in triumph, we succeeded in taking him by surprise and indirectly telling him our feelings- a piece of cake, she kept on chanting.

The lone walk towards the library was silent, the marble hall vacant and I closed my eyes as I enjoyed the bliss of the moment, alone. I'm thankful for Tyler's constant support but I also needed time alone, I was glad he relented talking it out with Blake. I couldn't recall a time wherein they did not talk this long, usually they'd throw punches against each other and not after a few hours or so, they'd be alright.

Tyler kept on giving Blake the fuck you look to which the latter just smiled arrogantly and not being able to take anymore of their caveman acts, I locked them inside an empty room and forced them to swear to sort out their differences. You would think they're having a lover's quarrel, boys.

I shook my head in disbelief as I recalled how loud they cursed and banged on the closed door and after making sure that they were ready to be the adults they are, I leave them alone- telling them that I'll just be at the library when they demanded I stayed outside like a dog.

A moaning to my right made me stop in my tracks, my overactive imagination running wild. I stopped to strain my ears but hearing nothing, I briskly walked forward- not bothering to look at my sides. Another moan forced me stop, followed by another and another, and as I reasoned out that someone must've been hurt, I followed the mewls that led me to the dark corridor to my left.

I clutched my brown bag to my chest, my heart beating erratically as I tried to make out my surroundings. A lone figure was standing at the darkest part of the corridor, the cracks of light from the shattered windows illuminating the silhouette- it was a he. I couldn't make out what he was doing since his back was to me, curious I took a tentative step forward- careful not to alert him.

My step quickened as my eyes adjusted to the darkness, the dark mess of curls seemingly familiar the nearer I came towards it. I ignored the heavy feeling settling in my chest as the moans got louder and louder, my eyes blurring with unshed tears. The figure chose that moment to look over his shoulder and his teal eyes widened in panic when he saw me.

"Mads."

I stifled the sob threatening to combust me, I can't believe this. Nate rapidly pulled back from the girl kneeling in front of him, pulling his jeans and zipper shut.

"I can explain," he started frantically.

I wanted to demand him for an explanation but I knew it wasn't really my place anymore, we're over- he's free to do as he wish. The traitorous tears continuously spilled from my cheeks and I took a step back when he made a move to touch me, I don't want his filthy hands touching me.

"Don't bother, it's not like you're still together. It's her loss." I threw an accusing glare at Nate, the hurt multiplying a thousand fold. I knew that voice anywhere, it haunted my dreams far too many times to count.

"Anastasia." I gritted disgustedly.

Anastasia pulled herself upright, demurely wiping her mouth that was a minute ago sucking on my ex-boyfriend's sheath. She was smiling smugly at me, her whole demeanor proud. She took a step towards Nate, her hands trailing his chest.

Nate took a step away from me to which she glared at me viciously. "Why are you even here? Go back to where you come from loser." She sneered. "Shall we continue Nate?" She asked him sweetly.

Nate looked at him in horror and pushed her aside before walking towards me, eyes pleading.

"Don't." I cry out, trembling from head to toe.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I was just so angry and lonely and she was there..."

"You don't need to explain. I get it, we're over, you could hook up with anyone you want. I'm going."

He made a move of stopping me but seeing as I'm seething with anger caught himself beforehand. I wobbly walked away from them, the image of them together staining my mind.

I was hurt that he moved with somebody else too fast, more so with my greatest adversary. I knew I was being a hypocrite in feeling this way but I would never subject him to the same emotion he'd just subjected me with. He might not have done it intentionally but he still did, he'd forgotten me too fast- and that's what hurts the most.