Imaginary Boyfriend

Chapter 13: [Sam's POV]

-- Sam's POV --

               Kat didn't leave her room until midday. Usually she was up alot earlier. When she did, she was dressed up.

               She looked gorgeous as usual, though I don't think she even tried. Her hair was tied back carelessly into a loose bun while she wore old jeans and a red top. Red was her colour; I always told her that. She was wearing make-up, but not much. Not that she needed it.

               "Hey," I croaked. 

               She looked up coldly and then continued making breakfast. 

               "Kat, can you please hear me out?" I said desperately as she took a sip of milk. I hated not hearing her voice. She eyed me, probably reading my expression, before speaking.

               "Talk."

               It was one word, but that didn't stop my heart fluttering.

               But what should I say? Tell her how I really feel about her? Tell her the only reason I was dating Sarah was to try and move on from her?

               I couldn't.

               "I'm sorry," I said weakly. When I didn't say anything else, she made to move but I blocked her anxiously. "I was going to tell you, but just not then!"

               "Move, Sam."

               My chest contricted when she said my name. It wasn't the usual loving way, it was cold, hard and emotionless.

               "Please, Kat, why is this a problem? Can't I date who I like?"

               "You can," she said frostily, "But you don't need to hide it from me. Doesn't that just prove that we aren't as close as I thought? We're supposed to tell each other everything."

               "I don't think that's it," I said, getting angry. "I think you don't like Sarah dating me full stop. Why? Don't tell me you're jealous."

               "What if I am?" she shot back, stopping me in my tracks. Her face revealed nothing but her eyes were trying to tell me something.

               "Katrina-"

               "Maybe I care about you, have you ever thought of that?" she snarled, banging her cup of milk on the counter loudly. "Did it ever cross your mind that I might be worried she'll hurt you?!"

               I was speechless. Katrina was fuming, I could almost see the steam erupting from her ears. I had never been given such a fierce glare from her in my entire life.

               "So don't flatter yourself by thinking I'm interested in you," she spat, shoving past me angrily. Her words pierced me to the heart and I turned around to stop her from leaving.

               "Wait-"

               She held up a hand to silence me and snatched her purse.

               "You made me feel like you didn't trust me. I get that you might want privacy, but I wouldn't barge into your relationship! I wouldn't mess it up for you! And you know what else you made me think?"

               I shook my head, words caught in my throat.

               "You made me think you were ashamed of me. Like I would embarrass you or make things awkward."

               "That's not how it was!" I shouted, striding over to her and tugging at her purse. She held onto it tightly but I ripped it away and flung it across the room. I was just as angry as she was. Why was she thinking so many things?!

               "And Sarah of all people?" she said, laughing in disbelief. "Couldn't you have picked someone more decent, someone who won't sleep with you and dump you the next day?"

               "Sarah is our friend," I said in a hard voice, feeling the need to jump to Sarah's defense. She wouldn't do that to me - she liked me.

               "Oh, whatever!" she said, walking stiffly to the place where her purse lay and picking it up gently. She looked at me and her expression softened a little bit.

               "I'm sorry," I said again, my voice unclear. I could feel tears coming on but I forced them back stubbornly. No way was I crying in front of Kat.

               "I know that," she said and her voice was more soft. For once fleeting second I thought the fight was over. I was too naive.

               "Bye," she said quietly. She twirled around and walked to the door, slipping on her favourite pumps.

               "Where are you going?" I called after her.

               "I'm going on a date," she said, and then she left.

               The apartment was silent after the door closed. Now that I was alone, the emotions were free. I screamed, I shouted, I swore. I threw things around the room. I pulled my hair out in frustration. I cried.

**

               My phone buzzed and I literally jumped on it. It was a text and, to my dismay, it wasn't from Katrina.

Hey, how's Kat? Are you ok? Want to meet up? xx Sarah.

               I frowned. As much as I liked Sarah, I wasn't in the mood to meet her. Why was I even dating her? I was in love with Katrina, for God's sake! Was I just using her as some sort of rebound, even though I've never even dated Kat?

               I hoped not.

               But I wanted to get out of the apartment, so I quickly thumbed in a reply.

Yeah, meet you at yours. xx

               I got ready, slipping my contacts because Sarah didn't really like my glasses. That was one thing I didn't like about her. Katrina loved my glasses. She always said I looked like smart-ass know-it-all when I put them on.

               Katrina... Couldn't I stop thinking about her for five seconds?

               Quickly, I combed back my hair and left the apartment. Sarah was waiting for me.

               "Hey," she purred, and I had to admit I was little turned on. She wrapped her arms around my neck and brought her lips to mine with urgency. The kiss was hot and fiery, but it wasn't passionate.

               "I thought we were going out?" I murmured against her lips. I didn't like her touch as much anymore.

               "Let's stay here," she breathed, bringing her fingers to the buttons of my shirt. I almost pushed her away. When she brought her lips to mine again, I resisted. 

               "You're upset about Kat," she said, running her fingers across my chest. "I'll distract you."

               When we made the way to the bedroom, there was just one thought running through my mind.

               I'm cheating on Katrina.

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