Playing Dangerous

XVI

Tate's POV...

Prick
Where are you, love? I've been looking for you everywhere.

Me
Not your business

Prick
What?
You're not in school and your dorm is empty.
We need to talk! Things got out of hand.
...

I put do not disturb on and sip vodka from the bottle. He was right, you can find any alcohol in any room.

This bastard tricked me again. He failed me even though he promised. I swore I wouldn't cry but I can't help the tears and emotions.

Of course things got out of hand, he chose Aria over me, obviously things got out of hand. He said that he couldn't do it to her. And then I wonder why I'm always people's second choice? And as always there's no response. Probably because I'm not good enough, or I'm unlovable. I didn't know it was that hard to emphasize with me but everyone around me proves me right. Maybe I'm the problem, maybe it's because of me.

Aria has something that draws everyone towards her, I don't. But what am I missing? What's the issue in me? Am I too fat? Too thin? Too stubborn? Too stupid? Too ugly? I know I'm not the prettiest girl alive and she definitely does look better than me, but I didn't know I was that unattractive. That impossible to choose.

Why am I disappointed though? I knew I couldn't trust him. I didn't trust him. But why does it hurt so much? Maybe I did trust him, maybe something inside me was drawn to him and felt reliable. However, I couldn't be more wrong.

Now I either continue working another year with Ez and be a stripper for pedophiles or leave the school and everything behind.

He's calling me.

Me
Go to hell!!!

Prick
Tate, where are you? Are you safe?

Me
Go. To. Hell!

He's calling again.

"Where are you?" He asks. He sounds rushed as if he's panting.

"Somewhere," I answer.

"Where's somewhere? Tate, what's going on baby?"

"None of your business." I sip again and sniffle.

"What are you doing, love? Why are you hiding from me?" He sounds desperate. God, I hope he'll burn in hell.

"What am I doing? Currently drowning myself in alcohol. You? Did you enjoy ruining my future?"

"What are you talking about? Where are you? I'm picking you up."

"Ah, I'm looking at your future's downfall, it's flaming." I drink the spicy tasting vodka again. And pour some on the papers before setting it on fire.

"What?"

"I hate you. I despise you. I loathe you. I hate you so much sometimes I forget how to breathe. I hate you so much only thoughts of you being hurt let me fall asleep." Hatred is heard in my voice too. "Now go. Fuck whoever you were with."