Being a Hollywood Actor's Girlfriend

Shock

I decided to take Noel on a walk as it had been ages since I had done that. Noel was getting grumpier and grumpier day by day. So here was I, walking her, which in fact was relieving me from stress.

Later when our walk would be done, I would go to Finnick along with her. Finnick had a great fondness for dogs, especially for Noel.

After thirty minutes of vigourous running and brisk walking, Noel was still not done while I felt I had taken a walk of the whole earth. "Noel, let's go homey homey."

But she refused to listen. She wont budge even a bit. She kept trying to go in the lane which was at my right side.

"Noel! Baby, what's the problem?" I said, while gripping her leash more firmly, obviously irritated by her behaviour. "You never behave like this.."

Noel kept whining and moving her paws frantically again and again, indicating me to go in that lane.

"Fine. Let's go there if you so want to go there, Noel baby..now..okay we are going there..."I say, puzzled over her strange behaviour.

She yelped excitedly and we started going in that lane. What is it that is making Noel come here?

Noel was running quickly, occasionally barking excitedly as I ran to keep up with her face. She took a left turn and let out a excited bark once again.

And my little world collapsed as I stood frozen on my spot, looking in front of me.

There in front of me were a girl and a boy passionately kissing each other.

The girl was of an impressive height with flawless skin. Her long legs seemed perfect wearing six-inch stilletoes and her body looked as if it was shaped solely for the cute short..no..tiny dress that she was wearing. Her beautiful brown hair were left loose over her sides and her face could give competition to Aphrodite itself. Seeing her, I could not help but admire how gorgeous she was, as if she was especially sculpted by God himself. It was the first time I praised the beauty of any girl in such a way.

The boy was Finnick Peterson. My boyfriend.

I could not believe seeing this in front of my eyes. He was actually cheating on me. I could not even imagine him doing this. Seeing him kiss another girl, I felt my body break. Tears started welling up in my eyes. I wanted to go and slap him on his face and see his reaction. But I also didn't want myself to be humiliated. That girl was too gorgeous. I am saying this despite being a girl and saying this for a girl who was being kissed by my boyfriend. It was not difficult to imagine any guy fall for her.

Hearing her moans as he kissed her neck and as he said 'love' while kissing her was enough to make me die. It was as if somebody had pierced my heart with a dagger.

Noel was still barking excitedly but because she was a small dog, her barks did not bring much attention. Both Finnick and girl did not care about our presence.

I took Noel by leash and started running to my home, crying. Tears flowed freely by my eyes as the scene of both of them kissing again came up in my mind.

Anne had been right. But I only did not believe her. It was my mistake that I trusted Finnick. A mistake.

I would be living in falsehood had Noel not sensed Finnick. No wonder, she was excited to meet him. She liked Finnick too.

I shut the door hard with a loud bang and threw myself at the bed. Thankfully, no one was at home. Except Noel, of course. I cried my heart out but tears didn't seem to stop. How much so ever I tried, the picture of Finnick and that girl kissing never wavered out of my mind.

I screamed and let out my anger by throwing things here and there. This calmed me but very little. I decided to apply my little tactic to calm myself.

I wiped my tears but it was no good as they again came out the next second. I quickly climbed down the stairs to the kitchen. I glanced at the wall clock. It was four already. I was alone at home for a long time. It would be hours before my parents came back from their work.

Perfect.

I went into the kitchen and saw my reflection in the stainless steel knife kept on the plate.

The image of the girl in the knife was pale. Her hair was a mess and marks of tears on her face were looking horrible. Yes. I was looking completely horrible and my life was horrible too.

My lips curled into a small smile as I picked up the knife.

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So this was a gloomy chapter. What do you think Andrea is doing? What is her litte tactic to calm her?

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