How To Make Him Jealous

Chapter 20

Faith

''Faith ! What have we done ? Oh god, what are they going to say ? If they find out ? They'll kill me. Oh my god. Fucking hell. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck...."

The words travel through my mind over and over. What are we going to do ? I can't quite grasp what's actually going on. It's not fitting together, because it should never have happened. Ever. Trying to contemplate, hurts. A lot. It's hit me hard what's just happened. What we did. It really is one big 'fuck'.

Taking deep breaths, I form words. "I need to go back to Sydney."

The blonde haired boy stares at me. He looks confused, worried, hurt.

"You kidding ? ".

I gulp. Failing to meet his blue eyes. "My stuff it's all back there. I need to go home."

"Fucking hell Faith." The boy swears, running both hands violently through his hair.

"Jack. Your mate. He has tickets back. He said." I splutter. Feeling vulnerable in the blonde boys anger. "Dylan please." I whisper.

"Oh shit me Faith." He said turning around and exciting the room, guilt pouring over me as I see the nail marks on his back...

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"Faith honey ! Liste-"

I cut the British brunette off before she can preach me into something other than sex.

I know Liam's a slag. But hell, what can I say ! So am I.

It's so true, it hurts.

I move towards the glass box, positive no one can help me now, not even life long friends can stop me. No point. Ever since Liam I need a new chapter. But there was no point ending this one without a full stop.

The door is unlocked when I arrive. I slip in quietly making my way through the white tiled kitchen, noticing an open packet of Sweet 'N' Salted popcorn that Chris craves so much. Listening out for anyone. I run my hand over the marble kitchen counter straining to here anything, anyone.

Hearing the bathroom fan running loudly and the water pouring from the shower assures me that he's here, it could be no one else unless someone has broken in and kidnapped him and then decided to have a quick dip in the shower. It's best to expect the unexpected this week.

There and then I strip down to nothing, leaving my clothes on heap just outside the bathroom door. A faint shiver brushes my spine as the cold air kisses my exposed skin. I stare aimlessly at the closed bathroom door in front of me, knowing there was nothing left to do but open it and enter. A full blast of steam hits me, tinted with musk and mint shower gel. Taking a few deep breathes, I slip into the shower to do gods knows what with my ex boyfriends brother.

You might as well call me Slutty Sydney.
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"Shit. Fuck. Whore. Fuck. Crap. Bitch. Wanker. Fuck. Tit. Boobs. Dick. Fuck. Fuck. Fucky. Fuck. Fuck." I stand with a towel wrapped under my arm pits. I've been reciting every cuss word ranging from 'bugger' to the big fat 'c word'.

I've been doing my best not to be sick or fall over because my poor vagina has been used to many shitting times in this past week.

It makes a me almost laugh thinking that Liam was the only one to make cheese under my grill and now within a week, two more have. It was now easy to forget about the whole cheating thing, now I had bigger problems to think about... but if Liam had never shagged another girl this would have never of happened.

Chris is in the kitchen making a sandwich, so I have time to kill myself if I need to

I continue for a bit longer allowing a small amount of anger out as I did so.

"Faith ?"

It's a broad Australian accent that shakes me to the core, rattling my bones and giving me a headache to split my skull.

"Yah ." I say, smiling with all my teeth.

He stands in the doorway, his muscular body filling the whole frame. He's handsome, he'd stand out in a crowd but the banging headache of guilt and the foul stench of lies and regret told me to think differently.

His blonde hair is slightly damp and his blue eyes have turned a piercing grey. His jaw continuously tenses and relaxes. His arms are crossed, resting slightly on the waistband of his jogging bottoms. In other words he looks pissed.

"So Dylan just rang." He says, his jaw now set.
"Faith, what are you doing here...really ? Dyl-" My throat tightens and my chest forms a tight knot. Time to spill the beans.

Chris cuts me off. "Why didn't you tell me ?"

"Chri-" I try to retort but the blonde mans stern look shoots me back down.

"Why didn't you tell me? You left him in Melbourne by himself ? Jesus ! You told me he came back with you ?! He's got no money to buy a flight back." He pauses and looks down, his expression softening. "He sound pretty shaken. I'm guessing you to had one hell of night." He says, laughing, a slight smile breaks.

"You wouldn't believe it." I scoff, wrapping my arms even tighter around my torso.

I watch as he smiles, shrugs and turns back towards the kitchen. "I've transferred him some money so don't worry too much." He says, fading away.

I stand still. Letting a strangled laugh out was all I could do. God knows how many times I'm going to regret this.

Only God knows.

I know this is short and quite vague but I felt like I needed to write a chapter so here it is. I'm very sorry for the very long wait. Xx Thank you so much for 3K 😍