17| You Don't Love me?

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Stephanie's POV 

Carlos and I had been hanging out after school almost every single day. Carlos hadn't mentioned the romantic gesture he did, but I couldn't stop thinking about it!

Carlos mentioned Tristan a few times but I never really knew who he was. All I knew was that Tristan had insulted me in the car, and that was enough for me to want to tackle him to the ground with a knife in my hand. 

At Carlos's house, I saw an envelope on the coffee table in front of the couch. Carlos had gone to use the restroom and I was alone. Since I'm nosey, I took the envelope and opened it. Inside, there were flowers and a piece of paper. I heard footsteps and quickly threw it back on the table, if Carlos found out I had been snooping around his stuff, he'd be pissed. 

Did Carlos have a secret girlfriend? Did he not trust me enough to tell me? Was I not enough for him? Was I in love with him? Was it not even a romantic gesture? 

Carlos sat down next to me and put his phone on the coffee table. 

"Be careful when placing your phone down, you might break the glass coffee table!" I joked. 

He smiled and sat back. Was I suppose to confront him about the envelope? What was I suppose to do? I wanted answers but I couldn't just say, "I looked through your stuff." 

"You're interested in the envelope?" Carlos asked. 

He caught me staring at the envelope and I wanted to say, "Oh! No, it's nothing!" But I wanted answers so I just laughed, hoping he'd tell me himself. 

"I guess not," he said. 

"Well I don't not want to know," I responded. 

"It's from Tristan," he said, "He gave it to me a few days ago." 

Tristan?  The guy that insulted me? Was Carlos in love with that jerk? Why else were there flowers in the envelope? I wanted to know so many things but I couldn't just ask Carlos to elaborate. 

"Is something wrong, Steph?" he asked. 

"Yeah, something is very wrong," I said, "And you know what!"

"It was to shut you up, Stephanie," he said, "I'm sorry if you took it the wrong way, I wasn't thinking right." 

"I wasn't thinking right?!" That was his excuse? All those nights I spent kicking my feet and giggling because I thought he liked me? I guess I had to delete my playlist filled with love songs and make a new one full of breakup songs, despite not even being with him in the first place. 

"You don't love me?" I asked him, trying to hold back the tears in my eyes. 

My breathing was stuttered and I couldn't help but be disappointed. I loved him! But I guess he didn't love me. 

"I need to use the restroom," I got up and ran looking for the bathroom. I forgot to ask where it was so I ended up spending a good five minutes walking around their giant mansion looking for it. 

"Yes Mrs. Esterson, they are all dead and I can assure you that everything has been taking care of," I heard a voice say in a room close by. 

It sounded like a grown man's voice so I assumed it was Carlos's dad. Carlos's dad worked with many spys and was a detective, he was a good person, right? But why was he talking to an Esterson? Carlos killed an Esterson! 

I found the bathroom and looked at my red eyes, I looked miserable so I figured it was best for me to just go home. 

I washed my face with some water and told Carlos bye before slamming the door in his face. He was pathetic. 

"Wait, Steph!" he called out as I walked down the stairs of his front porch. 

"Don't call me that!" I yelled back, "You're a liar! Am I not your desire?" 

I stopped because I wanted to listen to what he had to say but I had to pretend that I didn't care that way he thought I was still mad at him, which I was. 

"I'm sorry that you thought it was romantic!" he said, running towards me, "It's not like I kissed you!" 

"I'm not even in love with you anyways," I said, "I guess I was just mad that I thought you were playing with my feeling I guess." 

"I'm sorry, Stephanie," he said. He took another step towards me and gave me a hug, "But you need to learn when to shut up so I don't have to do your so called romantic gestures." 

I smiled but I was confused. Did I even love Carlos? 








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