Right my Wrongs

Chapter 35-Worst of me

                                            Spencer 

As my hangover strengthens, it feels like an impending storm brewing within me. I close my eyes, desperately trying to ward off the waves of nausea and the relentless pounding headache. With great effort, I lower my head onto the desk, seeking a momentary reprieve.

"Attention! Attention!" The Professor announces, his voice piercing through the haze in my mind. I slowly turn my heavy head, my bleary eyes meeting Ivy's vibrant gaze. In that fleeting instant, the memory of her betrayal resurfaces and I dart my eyes away.

During  Econ, a new student is introduced to us—a blonde girl who had recently chosen the subject. Her presence triggers a vivid memory of the first time I met Ivy. The recollection plays in my mind like a scene from a movie. I remember the day when I asked her to move so that I could take a seat and her stunning red hair cascaded over her angelic sleeping face.

During the class, my phone vibrates, and I discreetly lower it to check the notification. Ryan's text pops up, saying, "Wanna have lunch together?" With a quick response, I type, "Yeah, sure. See you at 1."

To my surprise, the lecture wraps up 15 minutes early today due to an unexpected emergency that required the professor's immediate attention.

I give Ryan a call to confirm our lunch plans and we agree to meet at his dorm and order a pizza.

"How have you been? It's been a while.''

"Been a little busy," I reply.

"How are things with that girl? Ivy?" Ryan asks, and just as he poses the question, the doorbell rings, signalling the arrival of our pizza. Ryan goes to receive it while I contemplate his question.

As he sets the open pizza box on the small table, he turns to me and asks again, "Do you want anything with it?" I shake my head in response.

"Back to what I asked,'' Ryan says.

"Uh...It's complicated.'' I reply.

"Tell me about it.'' He says.

"Tell me about it," Ryan insists, his curiosity piqued. He's been unaware of all the drama that unfolded during the past few weeks.

"Well, it's been quite a rollercoaster," I begin, taking a deep breath before delving into the details.

As I finish my lengthy explanation, I can see a mix of astonishment and confusion on Ryan's face. He takes a big bite from his slice of pizza before offering his remarks.

"Wow, that's a lot to take in," Ryan finally responds, his mouth still partly full.

"Did she try to call you?" he asks, his voice tinged with curiosity.

"Yes, several times."

"Did she tell you that she likes you?" Ryan inquires, a hint of reluctance present in his voice.

"She did, actually," I admit, a mix of emotions surfacing. "But her actions and decisions seem to contradict her words.".

"I'm sorry to say this, but maybe she isn't who you thought she was," Ryan remarks, his words carrying a hint of caution. "Sometimes we become so blinded by the good that we overlook the bad."

"But she was different around me," I interject.

"It's called being delusional for a reason," Ryan replies, as he throws his hands up in the air. I let out a deep sigh, realizing the validity of his words. It's disheartening to consider that the image I had of Ivy might have been distorted by my own perceptions.

"You don't deserve all this," Ryan says, his voice filled with concern. "You shouldn't waste your time and energy on someone like her." He adds. I take a moment to absorb his words, contemplating their meaning. My rational mind acknowledges that Ryan's advice holds true, but my heart is stubbornly holding on, refusing to let go of the memories and emotions tied to Ivy. How can I possibly detach myself from her? How can I release the grip she has on my heart and move forward?