Meant to Be His❤❤❤

chapter 22

Matthew

I was driving towards Fiona's house probably looking like a kid at christmas, humming with the music on my radio. I was overwhelmed with  happiness, knowing that I can finally tell her how I felt. Casey and I have already settled everything between us. Brennan was the first person I called, being my bestfriend. Of course, he was happy for me, as well as Rain, but warned me big time of not ever hurting Fiona. How can I hurt her, she'll be in my life now? No more sleepless nights, no more stolen glances, no more daydreaming of her lips against mine, our bodies flushed together. I knew she was feeling the same way. Her eyes betraying her true feelings everytime she looked through me.

I slowed down my car when I was approaching their house. That's when I saw two figures at the porch. Wait! What? Were they kissing? Fucking asshole Dylan kissing a girl! Wait! Was that Fiona? Oh my god! She had her hair cut. That girl he was kissing was my Fiona! I gripped the steering wheel of my car too hard that my knuckles turned white. I gathered every inch of my self control to not go down the car or I'll be hurting someone, that later on I would regret.

So I had assumed all fucking wrong! She didn't feel the same way for me. It had always been that asshole Dylan. Damn this life! Losing both Casey and Fiona on the same day. If Dad would have known, he will surely laugh on my face and tell me that I was an absolute failure and a disgrace.

Without second thoughts, I gunned my engine, leaving the scene I just saw, and sped to the place where I always go to let out all my anger and frustrations, the ice rink. The place which had always been my comfort zone. The place where I can vent and shout. That's where I always found peace,when I was on the ice.

I got inside and turned one spotlight on just enough to illuminate the place. I went to my locker and grabbed my skates and started circling the rink. I did a few dashes and a few strokes and glided on the ice trying so hard to veer away my thoughts from what I have just witnessed. I felt my heart shredded into a million pieces and it hurt so fucking much. I thought she loved me,too. I felt it. I felt her heartbeat quickened when I was holding her at the hospital. I felt that my mere presence made her nervous, and hearing my voice, made her excited. What could have been wrong? Has she felt something for Dylan eversince they have known each other? I thought she felt the same. I gritted my teeth as I remembered the scene I witnessed at the porch.

I made a wrong turn and miscalculated my move and found myself smacked on the ice. I was feeling so frustrated that I punched and punched the ice until I saw my knuckles bleed. I pulled myself up then pushed myself to circle the rink again. I wanted to feel nothing. I wanted to feel numb. I wanted to feel too tired to erase all thoughts about Fiona.

Then I saw someone seated on the bleacher. Her profile I would never have mistaken. Her form and figure I have memorized even if she was a mile away, except for the new hair that I would have to get used to. Or not.

Fiona. What was she doing here? Was she done messing with that asshole? I was still furious but also intrigued why she suddenly showed up. And how did she find me here? No one knew I always come here when I'm pissed but Brennan. Did he drive her here? Or did she drive herself? I saw that she was wearing a large gray hoodie over black leggings enhancing how long her legs were. She was ackwardly standing now just staring at me.

"What are you doing here? Are you done shoving your tongue and exchanging saliva with that asshole?!" I shouted. I was very certain she caught my drift that I was still angry without a doubt. She flinched at my words and looked at me as if she was about to cry.

"There you go again judging me without knowing", she shouted back as she still hold her tears but her voice cracked that made my heart dip a bit more. That would have been my cue to stop taunting her but I didn't.