Meet Cameron Smith, a charismatic and talented athlete, the captain of the university's basketball team. With an arrogant demeanor driven by his success, he exudes confidence both on and off court. On the other hand, there's Elle Davis, determined t...
The rain had started two days ago, as I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, my head felt heavy, my throat was sore, and my entire body ached. I had skipped college for the past two days, claiming I was sick. It wasn't a lie, I was unwell. But the real sickness stemmed from something deeper, something emotional.
I felt a sharp pang of hurt and confusion every time I thought about him. Was he no longer interested? Had everything between us just been a way for him to pass the time? I couldn't bear the thought. The image of his handsome face, the way he acted so gentlemanly, it had all seemed so genuine. But now, it felt like a cruel joke.
I sighed and pulled the blanket tighter around myself. Liam had been hovering around the house, skipping his basketball practice to take care of me. I appreciated his concern, but it also made things more complicated. Liam hated Cam, and I had been keeping my relationship with Cam a secret from him. The guilt gnawed at me. I had to tell Liam the truth.
I decided to write down what I wanted to say to him, hoping it would make the conversation easier. I grabbed a notebook and pen, and started scribbling.
Hey, Liam. There's something important I need to tell you. It's about Cam. We've been seeing each other for the past three months...
I paused, imagining his reaction. He would be furious, no doubt. But he needed to know. I continued writing, trying to anticipate his responses.
I know you don't like him, and I understand why. But Cam isn't the person you think he is. He's kind, caring, and he's always been there for me...
The words felt hollow, even to myself. How could I defend him when he hadn't even tried to reach out to me in two days? I pushed the thought away and kept writing.
I didn't tell you because I didn't want to upset you. I didn't want to cause any more tension between us. But I can't keep this a secret anymore. And I hope you can understand that.
A loud bang on the door interrupted my thoughts, startling me. My heart leaped into my throat as I rushed out of my room to see what had happened. In the hallway, I saw Liam, his face contorted with anger. He had just slammed the door shut, and his knuckles were white from gripping the doorknob too tightly.
"Liam, what's wrong?" I asked, my voice trembling.
He turned to me, his eyes blazing. "Elle, this isn't the time to talk about it."
I took a step back, the fear of what he might know gripping my heart. "What do you mean? What happened?"
Liam's jaw clenched, and he ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "I found out something today. Something about you and that...that jerk, Cameron Smith."
My breath caught in my throat.
He knows. He knows. He knows.
Somehow, he had found out. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure. "Liam, I was going to tell you..."
"Tell me what?" He snapped. "That you've been sneaking around with him behind my back? That you've been lying to me?"
I felt tears welling up in my eyes. "I'm sorry, Liam. I didn't want to hurt you."
"Well, you did." He said coldly.
I wanted to explain, to make him understand, but the words wouldn't come. Instead, I just stood there, feeling helpless and small.
"You need to end it with him," Liam said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "He's no good for you. And I won't stand by and watch him with you."
"Liam, you don't understand," I pleaded. "Cam isn't like that. He cares about me."
"If he cared about you, he wouldn't have let you feel like this." Liam retorted. "Think about it, Elle. He's not worth it."
I bit my lip, feeling torn. Part of me wanted to believe Liam, to end things with Cam and avoid any more pain. But another part of me still held on to the hope that he truly cared, that there was an explanation for his silence.
"I need to think." I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper.
Liam's face fell, the anger draining from his eyes, replaced by a deep, profound disappointment. He nodded slowly, his expression pained. "Fine." He turned away, his shoulders slumping as he walked towards the front door. The weight of our conversation hung heavily in the air. I watched him reach for the doorknob, his movements slow and deliberate.
Liam paused midway, his back to me. For a moment, I thought he might say something else, but he just shook his head slightly, a gesture filled with resignation. Without another word, he stepped outside, letting the door close behind him with a soft click.
The silence that followed was deafening. I stood there, staring at the closed door, feeling a mix of relief and guilt.
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