Tangled Hearts

Memories

Natalia

I chose to ignore his remark about Adrian, I dislike talking about him a lot more than I would expect to, given the marriage was fully arranged.

"Oh.. why did you choose to visit so... suddenly?" I ask him in a tone I hope he'll understand is annoyance. "Can I not just stop by and see my fiancée?" He says in this (trying to hard) loving type of tone my parents may have fell for but not me. Not again.

I know him enough to know that's not him, he's not the loving type. He probably was once, but not anymore.

"Seriously Cyrus? What the fuck." I scream at him, refusing to look at my best friend. "No, no. Natalia please, I promise it wasn't like-" Ginny pleads trying to defend herself. "No, don't talk to me. I can't stand to look at you right now, leave." I say cutting her off. "Nat, please. Please just listen." She continues to beg. I choose to ignore her existence or else I'll do something I'll probably regret. "Cyrus, how are you going to sleep with my best friend, or sorry ex best friend," I say looking at Ginny as her faces pales further. "in my own fucking room?" I yell, emphasis on the 'my'. "We just went into a random room, plus why does it matter to you? It's not like we're together or something." He claps back. I blink back tears, fighting so hard not to break down. "So all of that, was nothing? It was nothing to you?" I ask trying to not let my voice crack. "All of what..?" Cyrus says, like the realization just fully hit him. "I can't do this right now. Holy shit, I can't." I say. "No Natalia-" He says grabbing my arm as I turn around. "Let go of me!" I scream & he does. "All of what Natalia?" He yells as I storm out. I ignore him.

I push the memory as far back as I can. "Maybe we can.. talk in private?" I say looking over his shoulder at my parents. They nod & we go upstairs to my room

Do I have any idea where I'm going with this? No. Do I feel safe inviting him to my room? Not necessarily. Am I going to make this work regardless? Hopefully.

"Why the hell are you actually here?" I say trying not to slam my bedroom door. "Oh, the princess got an attitude hmm? Didn't you miss me?" He responds, something about it make me want to explode. "Maybe in your dreams. Now, why are you here?" I say trying not the let the heat I'm feeling.. down south.. spread too much to my face. "Aw how'd you know I dream about you?" He pretends to pout.

I can't even begin to explain how badly I want to kick him out & never see him again right now.

"Princess, just relax. I just figured since you're my future wife we should at least be on decent terms." He says & I assume he could tell how stressed I was getting. (Although, him saying that doesn't help) "No, no, no, no. I don't even want to be your fake wife, why would I want to hang out with you when I'm not obligated to? Even then, they have to practically drag me to the car." I say. "Oh that's flattering." He says sarcastically. "For one baby, it's not fake. We'll be legally married. The love you have for me may be fake, but the marriage itself isn't. For two, you'll have to get used to seeing me princess, why not start now?" He says & honestly? I'm not sure how to respond. I mean, he's right. "Ugh. You're so difficult." I say, it's a weak retort but it's better than telling him he's right.

We end up (not really) agreeing that he can stay. He actually just refused to leave until I gave up but close enough. We've barely talked at all, it's awkward. Until I gain the courage to ask about the text from the mall.

"So.. how'd you get my number?" I ask cutting through the silence. "Oh y'know.. I just asked around a little." Oh great, a vague answer is what I was hoping for. "Hm.. mhm. And how'd you know I was at the mall with Bunny & Ava?" I ask, showing I'm still not believing him. "I was there & saw you guys. Figured I'd text you." He shrugs. "The mall was packed. How in the world would you just so happen to 'see me'?" I ask. Which is very true, the mall is huge & it was a Friday afternoon, of course it was packed.

His response made me feel sick, and honestly I wished I hadn't asked at all. "Oh princess, I always see you. Just how I did in high school. You know I still see you."

Why'd he have to mention high school? And he definitely didn't see me in high school. At least not in the way I wished he did. The keyword in that is 'wished' by the way. I have no interest in him anymore.

At least I think I don't.. God, I hope I don't.