3-Minute Passion (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 26

[RED's POV]

"James!" I yell. Why the fuck is he here? Is that why he had to ask me where I was, to check up on me? I should've known about it. He won't just randomly ask where I'm at with no possible fucking reason. I feel my eyes water at the sight of him walking away from me. I feel a hand grab my arm, preventing me to rush toward James.

"Red, don't." I turn to face Aya. Her face is covered with worry. Does he know James? Why the fuck is she preventing me to get to him?

I sigh and goes back to my seat. I know James wouldn't let me talk, not after what he just saw. If I were to told him about Aya, he'll do the same thing. He's going to get mad and not talk to me. It's a no win situation for me. What the fuck was I supposed to fucking do?

"I know who he is.. Your mother told me about him.. I'm sorry for keeping it a secret from you. I just thought it didn't matter.." Her voice is calm. She sounds like my fucking mother right now. I thought we felt the same way when we both got betrayed by something and someone. I guess I was fucking wrong about that.

"You know him? You fucking know him? And all this fucking time you didn't even think of mentioning him to me? And you decided to just say you have fucking feelings for me?! Don't fucking tell me that you're part of our mothers' scheme!" I can't control the words. I feel my throat a little strain from the shouting. I'm totally disappointed at Aya right now. All along, I was keeping it from her, I was keeping James from her, and she knew about him? This is fucking twisted.

"You were hiding it from him! C'mon, why were you hiding him, huh? If you truly care about someone, you wouldn't even hesitate to scream his name to the world! Or were you so afraid that maybe he'll leave you, because of me. And we all know that that will happen. Look at me, I'm gorgeous." She says condescendingly. What the fuck happened to the Aya I know— I knew. Who is this monster in front of me?

While she was jabbering shit, I'm already trying to get a hold of James. Of fucking course, he won't answer me. My nightmare, my biggest fear, is happening right now. I'm losing everything that fucking matters to me. I slam the table knocking down the wine glasses and walks out the restaurant. Aya keeps on screaming my name, like what I did when James walk out on me. As I open the door, I've never felt so vulnerable to the outside world. The coldness is starting to weaken my knees and the loud busy street of New York deafens my ears. All that I could think of right now is how the fuck am I going to fix this. I can't go back to Lancaster and expect that James would accept my apology, God no. I'm guessing that he's done with that fucking routine— I mess up, he tries to understand the shit I did, I walk up to him and apologize, then he forgives me. We've done that shit a lot of times already. I told him that I will change and I am, not right now of course, I have to let this slide, but that didn't turn out how I planned it. I look around, taking in the view of people rushing as if they'll be late from something, all wearing winter coats looking smart and formal. The road is cramped in traffic, large honks and yell from taxi drivers, something about the stupid enforcer blocking the road. My mind is flustered. I can't think straight with all these distracting me. The last time this happened this to me was when I found out that my parents were getting a divorce. I don't want to end up what others already perceive to me. The only thing to do is to get away from my mother.

I dial my father's number and in just three rings he picks up: