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The Worst Thing Ever | Jortini | 119

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M A R T I N A  S T O E S S E L

"You kissed her you liar!" I hiss at my boyfriend -Jorge Blanco-

22 June. The day I got my heart broken again.

"It was not like that! You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. We never kissed! She was taking an eyelash off my cheek," Jorge protests.

His voice was strained which told me he was struggling to keep calm. Good for him, but I had lost my calm two hours ago. I had already cut a few holes in a few of his shirts.

I am what people called an obsessive-jealous girlfriend. But it wasn't entirely like that. I've been hurt before, by somebody cheating on me, I just don't want to go through that pain again. I'll save money on tissues thank you very much.

"More like off your lips – with her mouth!" I snidely reply.

"Babe," He pleads, taking a step closer with his hand out – like I was a wild animal.

I couldn't blame him. I saw a distorted reflection of myself in the fridge, I didn't really look normal, and I knew it wasn't the fridge.

"Don't babe me. Go babe Stephanie," I huff crossing my arms over my chest.

Stephanie had always made me nervous. Jorge and Stephanie just looked so. . .in love sometimes. Even though Jorge constantly reassured me that –

"We are just best friends!" You see, he read my mind.

"Yeah right. Have fun sleeping on the couch!" I call as I skip to the staircase.

It was only eleven pm -I usually slept at like two am- but I got under the blanket and closed my eyes anyway. Soon enough I found myself drifting off to sleep.

When I woke up the next morning, the spot next to me was empty. Of course I had expected it since I told him to not come to the bed. But I couldn't deny that I missed his warmth.

Jorge always wrapped his arms around my tight, I would nuzzle my nose by the crook of his neck. And he chuckle sending vibrations throughout my whole body. And then he would kiss my forehead before we both fell asleep, and in the morning our legs would be tangled.

I sighed as I got out of bed and did my morning routine. I went downstairs and saw the couch was empty. The blankets were still crumpled up, and hanging off the couch.

He left already.

I don't know what I was expecting? For us to talk to about it, and make up? Maybe he would admit what he did. I would forgive him if he admitted it. An important part of a relationship is honesty.

And trust.

God what's wrong with me?

Maybe Jorge didn't even cheat on me! But I saw them! But maybe I was at the wrong place at the wrong time...?

I rubbed my temples tiredly. I eat some cereal quickly and drink the milk at the end. I wipe my mouth and get into my car.

I needed to apologise to him. Or let him apologise to me? I was confusing myself by overthinking things like I always do. Mercedes always told me that I should stop thinking too far into things, and that I should relax.

But I was one of this people who can't relax.

It was why I was so surprised when Jorge asked me out. I was the panic mechanic at the set. Jorge and Stephanie were love interests on the show, and I simply worked backstage.

I honestly don't know why I tried out for the job. If anything – and I mean anything happened I would go crazy. So let's just say that I was not very popular at the set. Sometimes I would mess something up.

Jorge was very popular. Of course he was. He was the handsome lead. I was shocked that I had caught his attention. And we had been dating ever since -11 months-

Jorge had always made me feel like a princess nothing less. Until yesterday. I felt like I had before. Worthless. Pathetic that somebody had to chest on me.

Tears sting my eyes as I enter the set. I immediately set off on a search for Jorge but unfortunately don't find him. We start shooting so I reluctantly stop my search and go to where we were shooting.

"And I don't care about your flaws. All I care about is that you are with me," Ruggero says to his on-set love interest Lodovica.

"But you accused me of cheating. I can't be with somebody who doesn't trust me. And I don't even trust myself," Lodovica replies sadly, looking down at the ground.

Ruggero tilted her chin up. It was something about this show, that occasionally the episode would relate to my life. It was odd, but nice.

"And I feel terrible. You are my girlfriend. You mean the world to me. I don't care about what we go through, I love you," Ruggero tells her lovingly.

Yep, I need to find Jorge.

I quietly leave my post and start looking all over. I see Jorge's dressing room and hear a muffled voice. I grin and burst into the room and see Stephanie against the table, with Jorge's body against hers.

"Jorge," I whisper and he looks up smirking.

"Martina. So you said I kissed Stephanie? Let me show you what a real kiss is," Jorge kisses her hard, and starts pulling at her shirt.

"I hate you!" I yell tears streaming down my face.

I hate you.

I hate you.

I wake up with a gasp for air. I check my clock.

21 June 23:59

22 June 00:00

That means the kiss never happened. Both kisses never happened.

"Babe what happened?" Jorge asked next to me groggily.

I squeal and leap onto his chest hugging him tightly. He laughs and hugs me back as well.

"I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. And
I trust you! Please never leave me!" I murmur into his chest. He brings my head up and strokes my cheek.

"What did you dream about?" He asks kissing my forehead.

"The worst thing ever! I accused you of cheating. And then the next day you kissed her like really kissed her. And I thought it was real! Until I woke-"

Jorge cuts me off by pressing his lips to mine. Our lips moved in synchronisation and I put my hands on his cheeks. He pulls away and presses his forehead to mine.

"I would never leave you. I love you," Jorge promises.

"I love you more,"

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So basically it was all a dream. Kinda sorta based off Like I'm Gonna Lose You. Hope you enjoyed Nanouk! Tell me what you guys think! Thanks for reading! Love you all lots!

~Lexy 😈