Amelie Chantelle is a university student attending Princeton.She works as a part time tutor at her school and prioritizes her education to help her mother but still finds time for fun and somehow always remains popular. Her ex Jake Champs is your av...
I didn't sleep all night. I couldn't. Why is he here? We hadn't spoken in 5 years, ever since I was 17 and he was 18. Why now after all these years? And why did he immediately go after the poor, clueless girl laying next to me right now?
She said they'd kissed. I have no doubt she's innocent here but I can't help but think maybe they did more than kiss. He had wanted her to be the one to tell me and he wanted to watch, he also knew I would sit here and wonder if they did more. That's his ultimate revenge. The uncertainty, the worry, and constant battle he's going to cause.
After I sent Amelie to my room, I'd slammed the door in Kassian's face because I needed to think. It didn't make sense,none of it. How did he know about Amelie? How did he know about our library arrangement? No one knew except- "Callum" I whisper to myself as the reality of this hits me.
I met Callum when I turned 18 and moved here. In fact, he hasn't left my side since then to the point where it was suffocating. He was reporting back to Kas all this time.
I move to get up without startling Amelie but then think better of it. If he thinks I'm clueless he'll get more comfortable. More sloppy. I'll have to pretend to not know and maybe even feed him false information to get to Kas. I shift on the bed only for something sharp to poke me. I grab my phone and turn on the flashlight and am met with a pocket knife? Why does she have a pocket knife? I move to put it on the nightstand but it glimmers in the dark due to my flashlight and I see something engraved in it. Fuck this is so much worse that I thought. He got her a knife with both our initials on it, one in each half of the heart. No wonder she would have wanted to kiss me. She thought I got her a gift. She probably assumed the K stood for her middle name since I know she hates her last one. I doze off thinking about all the ways so many lives are going to be impacted by one dumb decision I made when I was a teenager.
"Ezra?" Someone says while lightly tapping my shoulder. Amelie.
I stir awake and find her standing above me, still in her pajamas, and the knife in her hand. She had kept it and took it with her yesterday. Why had she taken it before she came here? Maybe she was going to ask me about it. After all, she didn't know about him. She thought he was me.
"Yes precious?" I say but my voice sounds deep and groggy from sleep.
"I'm going to go. Please just make sure he stays away from me"
"No. No. Don't make him scare you away from me. Please just stay with me a couple days while I see what he wants." I plead.
"Fine,but I have to get to my dorm so I can get to class on time"
"Okay then go to class but come back here. I can make sure he doesn't hurt you anymore but I need you with me" I'm not actually sure I can. I'm not sure how far he's going to take this but I don't plan on involving Amelie. She won't pay for my mistakes.
"Okay I will. But only for a few days" I nod and lean up to kiss her on the cheek. To my surprise, she leans down and does the same. She kisses my cheek. Even after everything? I smile and am about to doze off again when she asks "You paint?" while pointing at the easel standing at the corner of my room near the window. It has a canvas on it that I have been working on.
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"Yea. Just a hobby I like to pass time with" I replied sounding bored.
"It's beautiful wow. You're incredible." She compliments me. It felt weirdly exhilarating for her to say that. I never receive compliments nor do I give them since I'm pretty closed off but with her everything is different.
"You're beautiful" She blushes and gives the painting a once over before she closes my bedroom door and leaves. I get up with a new painting idea in mind.
