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28| Keep Denying It

I did what any sane person would do in a situation similar to mine. I hung up. I didn't even wait to hear him recover from Clyde's statement, because as fast as I could, I ended the call and set the phone back on the nightstand.

"What?" Clyde gave out, shrugging his shoulders so nonchalant that all it did was piss me off.

"You've no right to say that," I snarled, glaring at him now.

"I beg to differ." He pointed at my left hand. "That ring on your little finger there says I've all the right to say what I just did."

"No pieces of metal or stone will stop me from talking to him," I huffed and began taking off the ring, but then stopped when I heard Clyde laughing. "What's so funny?"

"You," he retorted. "Just a second ago you talked about how I had girls in this very bed, frowning at me like I was some prostitute or something. And moments later, here you are, pulling along two men at the same time, mad at me for wanting you to drop his sorry ass."

I shook my head, sitting up. "I'm not a hypocrite, if that's what you're trying to get at."

"No, I'm just laying out the facts. You're the one putting a name to it all."

I lowered my eyes on him. "What's with you? Are you jealous of him or something? Is that it?" I didn't pause for him to answer. "Clyde, he's thousands of miles away. If anything, he's got a million reasons to be jealous, not you."

"Oh, so because he's the boyfriend he has the right to feel jealousy and anger?" He shouted. "I've waited nearly twenty-one years for our path to cross with yours. And of those years, I've feared nearly half of that time worrying you'd already be taken once I met you, like the stories had stated. I was hoping, praying to the ends of the earth, that we had fallen into a different variation of the reaction of our souls and could skip out on the stage of having to witness your infidelity with a man you say you love."

Crossing my arms over my chest, I studied him from across the bed. My head still ached and that serum had left my mouth dry. Right now wasn't the time to pick fights, and honestly, I wasn't in the mood to argue with Clyde. Numbness from what I had just learned about the cameras had forced me into an outer bubble, making it feel like I was living in stuck in a fish bowl.

Inhaling sharply, I asked, "What do you want me to do then? Break up with him?"

"Yes." He sighed in relief. "Finally, we're on the same page."

I huffed. "I was kidding. I'm not breaking up with him."

"Alright then," he snapped. "I'll make this easier on you. Don't break up with him then." He stood up from the bed. "You can go off and pretend to be in love with this guy all you want and I'll stop trying to convince you we're right for each other. But the second you finally understand and accept your fate, then you'll know where to find me."

Clyde's large frame pushed out the bedroom door and slammed it behind him, hard. A slap of thunder roared outside as his footsteps stomped away.

I sat in that bed for the rest of the day, wondering what to do with myself. Clyde hadn't come back yet and Brandon didn't try to call back. In the matter of twenty four hours, I had lost them both. How did I get here--stuck with two guys? The old me would've never found herself in a predicament like this. It had the drama of a soap opera. My life was so normal before. But as much as I longed for that normal life style, I couldn't imagine going back into the world again without having my mind snap back to the insanity that happened these few weeks. This was my life now, even though I'd like to deny it.

With that realization, I called Monica to pick me up. She agreed to drive over to the frat house and text me minutes later, saying she was outside. The rain had been pouring hard since Clyde stormed out, not stopping for a second. As crazy as if seemed to a mortal, I knew I was the cause of this rain. It was the only sign I had that told me he was out there, still pissed.