Chapter 35

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(CHANYEOL'S POV)

February came and went, and as did March. It's almost the end of April. The atmosphere is lifted, because we are coming close to the end of the year and enjoying a good summer, but tensions are also high. Even though spring break is amazing, finals are not.

My mother is coming out of the hospital next week, and so we can finally get a move on with the engagement. As much as Lay deserves Allie, I want her. I want her badly.


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(CHANYEOL'S POV)

"Chanyeol?"

I hear Allie's voice behind me. There's almost no one in the hallway anymore, and I have no idea what Allie wants from me. The past few months have been on and off and on and off with her, just like it always is. I've only kissed her three or four times during that period of time.

I whip around. "Allie."

"Yeah. I need to...to let you know something."

"I already know. You love Lay. I've known this all along, there's nothing new to be spoken aloud here." I can see her slightly falter for a bit, but then she gains that strength. She is a very strong girl.

"Chanyeol. I won't be here for the first two weeks of May."

This got my attention. Without Allie here, I am bound to have girls chasing after me left and right. This is why we had to get engaged so soon. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to New York to watch the Starbound National Dance Competition." Well this is out of the blue.

"Uh, okay? So are you just going because you want to? There's always television, you know." I'll miss you.

"No you dummy, Lay's competing!"

...Lay. Is competing. They're going to spend two weeks together without me there. I feel...I don't know how I feel. Betrayed? I knew that she loved him even before winter break. Why would I feel betrayed when...she was his in the first place?

Oh. I know. She's not his yet. He is hers. She is still mine.

This is all very confusing. "Oh. Well have fun." I re-sling my backpack over my shoulder and walk away and out the front doors, without looking back once, regardless of her calls.

I have to go visit my mother anyway.

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