How to Survive Your 19th Life [BL]

Chapter 61: Obnoxious Me

After the theater, all I did was complain. I complained about the theater not being spacious enough. I complained about the food being bland. My friends were utterly sick of me and, frankly, I was too. It would be fine, though. I would explain it all to them once I was sure I was going to live.

Over the next few days, I kept Emiel at arm's length. I gave him just enough to satisfy his need for my love, but I was flaky and inconsistent in how I treated him. I knew I couldn't ghost him for too long without him coming to stalk me, so I kept the lines of communication open, just filled with excuses and apologies. I also had to keep a good distance from Malai and Tariq, as I didn't want him to find any reasons to be jealous. 

I found another opportunity about two weeks after the movie. It was so nice just being able to live this long, that I almost forgot my mission. 

I saw Emiel sitting with his Outings Club members in the cafeteria of the Campus Center. I almost forgot about these guys. Emiel pretty much ghosted them when we were dating, but now that I was being flaky, he seemed to be quite involved with them again. 

Emiel sat at the table eating lunch with them, positioned between Sylvia and the weasel Stevan. I lingered in the hallway for a bit, waiting for my opening. It was when I saw Sylvia rest her head on Emiel's shoulder, that I burst into action. Real irritation tickled at the back of my throat at seeing them so close. I used this irrational emotion to my advantage.

"Are you fucking this bitch again?" I shouted as loudly as I could in the Campus Center. There were about four other tables with people, but otherwise a bit empty. Everyone looked at me. One of my finance professors, Mr. Groves, was talking with a student at the far end of the center. Upon hearing my outburst, he immediately started heading over. I was short on time.

Emiel spun around and met my gaze. I tried to muster up some tears, but failed, so instead I released a weird moany sound as though I were about to cry.

"Solomon?" he said, baffled. His club members looked from him to me. Sylvia, seeing her opportunity, looped her arms around one of his and held onto him. 

"Wow, you really are trash," I snapped. 

"Mr. Eliasson," Professor Groves called. "Please come here a moment."

Emiel stood up, yanking his arm from Sylvia. "What are you talking about, Sol? It's over between me and Sylvia. She's my friend."

Friends? You really KILLED ME over a friend I once fucked but you can keep your fuckbuddies close? Maybe I should fuck Sylvia too. I wanted to shout so much at him, but I couldn't. He wouldn't understand. I disliked Emiel even more. He was being incredibly hypocritical and didn't even know it. Tears actually fell at this point. This was so incredibly frustrating. I hated crying.

"Yeah I can tell," I said, backing up. "Go fuck yourself Em."

I stormed out of the Campus Center. I knew Emiel would follow me. I hurried all the way to my dorm, where he caught my arm and spun me around. 

"There is nothing between me and Sylvia," he said. He grabbed my face and pushed his lips into mine. His kiss was so forceful, I didn't have the chance to deny him. 

"I hate her," I said into his mouth. "I hate you two being together." 

It was only when we were upstairs in my dorm, tearing our clothes off, when I realized that I had meant it. Even though I wanted Emiel to dump me, I hated him being with Sylvia. She was so pathetic. In my fourth life, she even went so far as to prostitute herself for Emiel. If she were in my shoes, she would gladly die over and over again for him. I couldn't.