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Fifty Six. → Part 1/2.

Fifty Six.

"James", I blushed, looking up at him.

A part of me was embarrased because, well, I'd asked for him not to get involved. And he probably knew that.

I was gonna tell him everything. But I wanted him to hear it all from me, face to face, and not just getting a random text saying: Belle left with her ex.

He still hadn't looked at me. And he was slightly shaking.

I sighed and came closer to him. I knew he was angry.

How would I have felt if he'd left with Molly?

"You know what the worst part is?", his voice was shaky when he finally broke the silence. "That you're not denying it", his voice cracked.

"What are you talking about?", I asked not sure where he was going.

"You left with your ex in the middle of the night... For hours. And you didn't want me finding out... You could've been at least more discrete you know", he said finally getting up from the bed.

"You're not gonna at least hear me out?", I asked, hurt.

"Why bother?", he blurted out coldly. "Heard all I needed to", he made his way towards the door.

"You're the last person I ever expected to doubt me...", I spat angrily.

"Which made me such an easy target...".

"So what does this mean?", my voice asked shakily.

He stopped his hand at the door knob and hesitated for a second.

"It's over", he said over his shoulder and leaving me alone to cry.

~

"For f*cks sakes!", Tom opened my bedroom door suddenly a while later. "Where have you be... Belle? What's wrong?", his voice went from relief to concern once he saw I was crying and I had a red face and eyes.

I couldn't even say it...

James had broken up with me and all for the wrong reasons.

When he came to sit by me I lost it. I clung onto his chest and sobbed uncontrollably.

"What did he do to you?", I heard him ask on my hair.

I swallowed hard before answering. The minute I said it, it would become true.

"...H-He broke up with me", I closed my eyes, feeling as if my chest was cracking in a million pieces.

"What?", he took me by my shoulders and made me face him. "Who are you talking about?", he asked completely perplexed.

"Who are you talking about?", I stared back at him.

"Cody!", he said as if it were obvious and then comprehension seemed to have hit him. "James broke up with you?!", he whispered.

I simply nodded.

"But why?", he seemed shocked.

I shook my head.

"He seems to have got it all wrong... In a sick way he thinks I was cheating him with my ex...", I blurted out.

And that's when I remembered that the only person who knew pretty much everything about my past... was James. Tom and the rest of the guys and the girls didn't have a damn clue about anything. So I guess they could root down for James and believe that I was a cheater.

"Tom... I really wanna be alone right now", I said, tears already bottling up in my eyes. "Please...", I pleaded.

"Are you sure? I can make you company so you don't feel so lo...".

"Out. JUST GET THE FUCK OUT!", I threw him the first thing I could find as I fell down to the floor and sobbed between the broken pieces of my lamp.

~

For the next couple days I kept interactions with other human beings at a minimum.

I didn't eat in the kitchen anymore. I simply grabbed something to eat along the way on my way to class.

The girls had bombarded my phone with messages so I'd turned it off on the first day and had forgotten about it ever since. Not that anyone in the outside world would try to reach me anyway.

I also skipped meals at the cafeteria and I had no idea if James was doing so as well since I was keeping myself more busy than I've ever been. If I didn't think about it, then it wouldn't hurt.

To be honest, I was a little let down when I turned up at History of Art first thing on Monday and didn't find him there. Guess he'd asked Luke to send him his notes.

I don't why I was so surprised on Wednesday when I got to Photography to find a substitute helper for the day, who'd claimed that James was feeling 'unwell' today.

Who would've thought...

From hate, to love, to hate again.

I knew I never should've gotten involved with him.

~

Even though I was trying my best not to bump into James, let's face it. It's not a big house so I did see him from time to time, but my brain pretended he was just part of the scenary and that he wasn't even there.

Even though my chest seemed to tighten up every time I saw him from the corner of my eye.

He usually left the room as soon as I walked into it. He wasn't even trying to be discrete about it.

When we crossed each other in the hallway it was as if we were going down it as if we were completely on our own.

But the worst time was when I bumped into him coming out of the bathroom as he came into it, chestbare.

"Oh, sorr...", I began to say as I looked up at him.

For a moment, we stared at each other and my legs were even beginning to wobble at the sight of him.

But soon, that chest splitting in half feeling was back as soon as he gave me the coldest stare I've even been looked upon and he went past me without a single word.

~

I got home pretty late one night because ever since the incident as I liked to call it I tried to spend home the least amount of time so I'd been studying and doing my homework at the library. I got hung up late today so everyone else was sleeping by this hour.

But before I could go to sleep, some hushed whispers caught my attention. They were coming from Tom's room.

I looked up and down the hallway and since Tom's room was next to mine I decided it was worth the tiptoe trip.

"Until when is this gonna keep up?", Tom was asking someone.

"I can't live and forget, Tom", James' voice sounded weird.

He was both angry and in pain.

"You guys are destroying each other... I can't believe I'm actually gonna say this but I prefered it when you guys couldn't stand each other. At least you spoke to one another".

"I wasn't the one sneaking in other people's beds...", he snarled. "For once...", he laughed humourlessly.

"Do you really know that? How are you so sure she cheated on you?", Tom demanded to know. "Belle may be a bit crazy, but hell, all women are. But one thing I know is that she surely doesn't seem the cheating type".

"Believe me... I know", James' voice sounded closer to the door this time. 

And more hurt than ever before I tiptoed back to my bedroom.

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