Is Life A Lie?

Chapter 14 - Blurred Lines

I sat bolt upright. Where the fuck—oh. I looked out the window—it was still dark. The dull thudding in my head was bringing back everything slowly. Everything right up to—wait a second. I was alone. The bed was empty. The last thing I remembered was waiting for Eugene to come back to bed and give me the fuck of my life. I must have dozed off while waiting. "Ugh, bad form, Hayley." I chastised myself. Hitting the power button on my phone, I saw that it was 5.06 am. I must have only been knocked out for a couple of hours.

I ran my fingers through my hair to make myself semi-presentable. Looking down, I realised I was only wearing my bikini. Half-wearing. My nipples had escaped during the night. Pushing them back in, I swung my legs off the bed and padded off into the night hoping to somehow find Eugene. I figured he must have decided to let me have the double and had bunked in with the boys. What a sweetie. As gentlemanly as that might have been though, I still would rather him in my bed. I bet he couldn't wait to pick up where we left off either.

As I had been in a very lust-filled daze last night, I had no clue who had what room. So process of elimination it was. I peeked into the room right next to mine and, with the help of the light from my phone, saw that it was Hazel and Matt. I grinned, mentally giving Alex a high 5. The next room was Declan. Declan and Ruell. So Eugene wasn't in with them. Maybe the couch? My eyes had gotten used to the dark and I was appalled at how messy our friends had left this place. We were certainly in for a treat. I absently wondered which room Alex was in as I crept down the stairs. As if on cue, I heard moans and heavy breathing. All I had to do was think about her and there she was. I quietly got to the bottom of the stairs, hoping to slip past Alex and Claire without them realising I was there.

It only took one glance. One fucking glance. One glance for me to realise there was something very wrong with the picture.

There was definitely a dick involved in this equation. A dick I recognised very well, despite the dark. Hands trembling, I pulled up the camera on my phone and aimed it at them. "Say hi." My voice was unrecognisable to me, as I'm sure it was to them. Eugene stopped pounding her mid-stroke. When he realised it was me, he flew off Claire like she was made of hot coals. By reflex, my thumb had taken several shots of them. I could barely even remember what happened then. It all turned into a blur. My already-forming hangover, coupled with my shattering heart, and I was only functioning on autopilot.

I vaguely remember Eugene rushing over to me, gathering me in his arms and profusely apologising. I vaguely remember Claire begging to not to say anything to Alex. The nerve of that bitch. I vaguely remember Claire talking about just 'trying some dick out'. Alex had told me she was bisexual, so this was definitely not just 'some trial'. I couldn't believe, just a few hours ago, I thought I'd been wrong about her. I'd thought she was a nice person.

I clearly remember Claire making a dash for my phone. I had immediately snapped out of my brain fog and lunged for her and, more importantly, my phone. That's when she got nasty. That's when the claws came out. I felt a long scratch on my face as she tried to wrestle the phone back from me. Eugene stepped in just as I managed to get myself off the ground and launch a flying kick in Claire's direction. I heard a satisfying crunch, so I allowed myself to be carried away.

As soon as we were in our room, I removed myself from his reach. His big blue eyes looked at me with hurt in them, as if he did not understand why I did not want him touching me. "You're a disgusting pig." I started, quite calmly.

"I know. I'm so sorry baby. I don't know what I was thinking. I wanted you so bad, and then I couldn't wake you up, and it was so frustrating. I was thinking with my penis. I'm so sorry. It was the alcohol. You know I'd never hurt you. I love you," he implored.

I stared at him, feeling quite sorry for how pathetic he was being. As much as I was hurt, he was making this easy by being a spineless jackass.

"I don't want to see you, ever again. Get the fuck out of my face. And don't even try to touch me," I crossed my arms over my chest, not wavering an inch. I had a zero tolerance for cheaters. I had wasted enough time with cheaters before. They always said they were sorry. They always said they'd never do it again. But guess what? They always did. I had learnt that in the past, and I was never going back there again. I know I had sex with Alex while I was with Eugene but that didn't count. I was straight, so my messing about with girls hardly could be considered cheating. Eugene was straight. He was fucking another girl besides me. It wasn't experimentation. It was just plain ol cheating. "Go." I raised my voice, when he opened his mouth to undoubtedly make more excuses.

He left. But as soon as he was gone, the façade of bravery I had put on collapsed. I locked my door and curled up on the bed. What was I going to do? What did I do to deserve this? I felt like a truck had run over me, then reversed over me and run over me again. I thought of Alex and felt the prick of tears behind my eyelids. How do I face anyone after this? How was I going to tell Alex that the love of her life had just screwed her over?