Chapter 3

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It was around 10 a.m when I woke up, Dylan wasn't here so I decided to get ready for the lunch with John.
I went downstairs to prepare my breakfast and put my hair in a ponytail.

There was a note in the table of the kitchen just next to a little white box:

Hey babe, open your gift, go get ready and I will be here to take you for the lunch.
- Your boyfriend who loves you.

I took the box slowly opened it, a pair of earrings was in it. There were two deep purple almost black pearls, beautiful earrings! I took them and put them on.

Wait... Dylan takes me for the lunch but I have to meet John! I even told him I will not be here for the lunch! Maybe he forgot, that's okay I'm going to call him.

I walked to the bedroom and checked the time: 10:30 a.m.
I am late! I have to get ready and I will say to Dylan that I can't stay with him.

I took a shower and put a purple velvet dress to match the earrings Dylan gave me before. I curled my hair and put my black boots.

I heard someone opened the front door and walked to the bedroom. I looked at the door waiting for the person to enter. A hand pushed the door and I could see a head looking through the room.

"Hey babe." I guessed it was Dylan.

"Wow, you are gorgeous my baby!" He said, admiring me.

"Thank you." I whispered with a smile.

"Did you see the gift I gave you?" He asked me, excited to know if I liked it or not.

"Yes, look!" I showed him my earrings on my ears. "They are so pretty, thank you!" I smiled.

"I'm glad you like it!" He came at me and kissed me on my forehead. "Are you ready?"

"Oh um... I can't come, I told you I am with John for the lunch, do you remember?" I said carefully, I didn't want to fight with him again.

"Uh no, you didn't tell me. But I am your boyfriend, he's not!" He became cold and he was staring at me, waiting my answer.

"Yes I did! And no he's not my boyfriend but he asked me before you and I accepted!" I said, a bit upset.

"So I am your boyfriend but you put him first? That's not how it works! I am your boyfriend and you put ME first!" He shouted.

"Don't be stupid." I complained. "I'm going to be late, I have to go." I took my purse and walked away.

"THEN IF YOU MEET HIM I BREAK UP WITH YOU!" I shouted at me.

I stopped walking and stay standing in front of the door, thinking of what I should do.

He was right, he is my boyfriend but I don't put him first. What I was going to do was selfish and not good. I am an awful girlfriend, I didn't realize it could hurt him, this is my fault.

I put my purse on a chair and let myself fall in the couch. I took my phone and texted John:

[To John]
Hi John, I'm so sorry I can't stay with you for lunch. Sorry.

Dylan walked into the living room and looked at me.

"Are you ready?" He asked like nothing happened.

"Yeah..." I whispered.

I get up and walked to the front door. We went into the car and he drove me to a basic restaurant where the food was disgusting but super cheap. I think he doesn't want to spend money for me. We are so relationship goals!

I received a message from John:

[From John]
Hey, it's okay. Then we can meet this afternoon?"

I tried to hide the message of Dylan and answered.

[To John]
Okay, I heard there was a good museum. We meet there?"

[From John]
Yeah! That's great! Then see you at 3.

"Who are you texting?" Dylan asked me while he was driving.

"My mom." I said, looking at the road.

"Oh, what did she say?" He smiled.

"Nothing just wanted some news." He replied quickly, hoping that he didn't notice that I lied.

"Great." He smiled again.

"Yeah."

I didn't look at him for the whole ride and didn't say a word until we were in the restaurant. If we can call this a restaurant.

"What do you want?" He asked me.

"Pasta." I said.

"Okay." He smiled.

I didn't want to eat that much, I wasn't hungry, I eat the half of my plate and let the rest.

"You don't it the rest?" He pointed to the plate of pasta.

"No, I am not that hungry. Do you want some?" I gave him the plate.

"Um yeah, thank you babe! I love you."

"Me too." I looked at him, eating my meal.

Two hours later we came home.
I was watching a TV show completely stupid and really not interesting. Well, I didn't really watch it, I was actually thinking about how I will tell him I go out without him knowing that I will meet John.

If he knows it, he will never forget me and he will probably break up with me and it will be all my fault.
He doesn't have to know.

"Dylan? I go to the studio, we need to check something, I come back in one maybe two hours!" I shouted because he was upstairs.

"Okay babe!" He shouted back.

I went out of my car and looked for John. His car was parked so I decided to enter in the museum. He was sitting on a chair waiting me with two tickets in his hand.

"Hi John!" I smiled, happy to see him.

"Hi Katy, I bought the tickets, we can go." He showed me the tickets.

"How much did you buy it, I have only five dollars." I said with my five dollars in my hand.

"No, no, no! I don't want your money that's okay!" He pushed away the green paper.

"John, I can buy my ticket!" I laughed.

"No, if I let you buy it I would not be a gentleman!" He said like he was saying a philosophical sentence.

"You?! Gentleman?!" I said faking that I was surprised. "Nah, I'm kidding" I put my hand on his shoulder.

"Okay let's see this exposure." He walked to the first painting. I followed him.

The museum was exposing some painting of a new artist not really famous actually but his paintings was amazing and so artistic!

After three hours, John and I said goodbye and I drove home.

I was happy to see John, it was a very good afternoon. It was a while I didn't go out with a friend, Dylan was taking all of my time. I could see Shannon some days and sometimes Johnny but that's all. Dylan is very protective.

I opened the front door and heard noises from the bedroom so I walked and went upstairs. I pushed the door and saw Dylan with another girl making out in my own bed...

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