Lusting After You (GirlxIntersex)

Chapter 9

Season 1 Episode 9

Kiana POV

It's obviously none of my concern who Freya loves, and I'm glad she does. I am delighted for everybody who has a beating heart to discover love. But, if I should genuinely indicate on my sentiments and what I feel about, I felt deceived.

Jacob wasn't only a jerk on his own; he was a blatant cheater. When Jacob realized he wasn't getting anything more from me than a couple make-up sessions up on the mountain, he secretly whisked his wake into someone else's life, someone he could easily get it from, and that was none other than Chrisean, the easy does it cheerleader who believed that a boy sleeping meant it was love.

Of course I was going to find out. Words go quickly, and video evidence of her blowing him off in a professional and nicely done manner travels even quicker. I watched a 4-minute film in which not a single drop of sperm leaked, and I realized I couldn't compete. So here's my million-dollar question:

"Why are you engaged to this jerk." I pointed to Jacob, whose flushed face indicated he was embarrassed, humiliated, and outraged. I'll put everything behind me once he proves he's not the same jerk he was in high school.

I was surprised last night when Freya suggested we all meet down near the tiny village cafe. I didn't want to see his rigid as a wide face again, but when she begged with crocodile tears, I couldn't hang off without agreeing to a meet up.

"People had changed."

wrong answer, Jacob Calle will never change. I'm curious what medicines he was taking that caused him to shift so drastically.

His gaze was fixed on the coffee table. He was having difficulty maintaining eye contact with me. Although, with my humid appearance and the drilling question, it does feel like an interrogation compartment.

"I want you guys to work it out." Freya's soothing voice cut in, forcing me to abandon my tough guy persona. There was nothing to work out. I find out he's a cheater and I go my own ways; Freya and I, along with the rest of the girls, smear Jacob's reputation and that was the end of it. That was it till Freya fell in love with him. I'm sure you can't have such a willing marriage without love...

"Say, Jacob, what kind of work do you do now?"

"What?... I work in a fish shop."

"I'll go get us some food, and hopefully by the time I get back, you guys will have worked it out." Freya stands, but I hold her hand.

I inquired, "When is the wedding?"

"In the next six months." She said happily before slipping away. Hmm? I won't be able to attend the wedding, which is wonderful to know, and what's even better is that I have plenty of excuses. I wish I had taken that four-month hiatus sooner.

The pungent whiff of coffee and oil that had suddenly filled the establishment made my nose wrinkle.

I checked my phone and saw it was lunchtime, so I figured they were preparing some food for the break.

"Simply hop off my back... I know I was mean to you in high school and that I am truly sorry—"

I interrupted him by holding my hands up before he could finish his phony apologies. Jacob Calle is many things, including brilliant and falling in love with a rich girl who is essentially labeled dumb. Freya firm, which I learnt is definitely passed on from generation to generation. Is thriving in Mayfield. The grocery and bakery business has never been in a better location, for everyone, no matter what, needs to eat.

Freya's wealth will be lost if she moves. So she made the wise decision to stay here, and with her hormones, horniness, and youth, she's bound to fall for hot lad Jacob Calle.

"You are using her for her money."

"That's a very sour thing to say." When I saw that not even his hair had turned white in response to my allegations. I know I won the lottery.

"It's truly an honest thing. You almost had me with your 'I am a changed guy' charade."

"What brings you back here? In the town of Mayfield."

"I was born here, Jacob, and don't bring up the fact that you're a golddigger."

"It is done by a woman. Nothing is wrong if a man does it for a change."

"You are completely worthless."

"I think you're really smart. Just mind your own god-awful business. You left Mayfield a long time ago, and you have no right to come back and play whatever you want."

"It's not my place to tell her how much of a jerk you are. But, just as I discovered you couldn't keep your little Weiner in your trousers, I believe she will discover soon enough that your little heart is pumping for the money."

"OK, tiny miss saintly Mary with Jesus. Who has never committed a sin. I'm not shocked you're still a virgin."

I couldn't take the devilish smirk on his face.

And if I wasn't humiliated along the way, I'd certainly make a scene in this coffee shop.

"And I certainly wouldn't—"

"So, I strike it, you guys have patched whatever it is up?" Freya asked more than state. I smiled as I locked my gaze on her. All I can say is that I was a girl who wanted to get married, settle down, and establish a family, but this wasn't the way.

"Yes, we have." I remarked as I extended my hand to Jacob. Oh, the things I'll go through for friends. He scornfully clutched my index, middle, and ring fingers as my pinky and thumb cocked off. I quickly draw away and wash my hands beneath the table in my jeans.

"I hope you get a house that is all flat. No stairs. No maid either. Make sure to cook for you and your husband of course and just you know, be vigilant." I was checking her P's and Q's. Wouldn't want to know if she died of gradual food poisoning or a strange tumble down the stairs. And after the burial, everything she has inexplicably becomes his since he married her.

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I didn't expect to see dinner on the table when I got home. Since I was walking back from the coffee, consider it was a warm day out I could smell my mom famous peach cobbler, the scent alone have me walking quarter mile with a watered mouth and a sentimental apology for my

But when I met Jace at the dinner table, all of it washed away like a thrash in an alleyway. My mood changed instantaneously as the fragrance of food was knocked out of my nostrils. I also didn't anticipate Stefan to be all joyful and devouring the food, and I didn't expect my mother to be all delighted.

I seem to be missing episodes or sleeping for too long, so I'm losing out on the tea.

"What's this?" I questioned while occupying a seat across from Jace. I didn't want to waste the next hour or two gazing at his artificial face. But I'm not going to give up a nice meals.

"I prepared your favorite. Peach cobbler. I have vanilla ice cream in the freezer." My mother stated this while biting on a chicken leg. Stefan pulls up a plate and begins to plate some food before handing it to me; in my maybe enraged condition, I yanked the dish from her grasp, and one of the roasted chicken legs rolled off the plate and dropped in the cranberry sauce.

My eyes widen as I realize what has happened. What I anticipated to happen was that I'd grab the plate, they'd notice my annoyance and ask what was wrong, and then I'd simply shoot back at them and be excused from the table with my dish of food.

But suddenly everyone was gazing at me furiously because there was a roasted chicken leg flavored with cranberry sauce on the table. Can't be that horrible, can it?

"Sorry." I growled as I ripped the chicken from the viscous blood red sauce and shoved it into my mouth.

"Tastes so good." I lied, my mouth full of chicken and sauce were the worst combo. Why was I spitting on myself all the time?