Chapter Nine - 'jealous, boyfriend-stealing cow'

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I rushed off in a heap of tears before Chase could see I was there. Danielle had been jealous, I thought I understood why, but that was out of pure hatred. I threw my arms at my face and attempted to wipe my tears away. My feet clattered across the Tarmac floor and a spell of dizziness hit me. I sprinted as fast as I could, hoping it hadn't happened. Hoping that I had imagined it or I would soon wake up with light falling through my hopeless curtains.

Although I desperately wanted to, I couldn't deny it to myself, it was true and inevitable. Danielle had kissed Chase.

I knew that she had pulled him into it, that part of this twisted nightmare it wasn't his fault. The part that was his fault, was not pulling away. Not telling her that he loved me and would never cheat on me, then walking away to tell me what had happened. That was all his fault.

I knew I wasn't good enough for him, I knew he liked the old Vienna more. Why did I have to put myself through the pain? I get the feeling I'd never escape this. We used to be the 'it' couple. The most commonly talked about people who were together.

So it would make sense that this would become the new most commonly talked about subject between our peers.

I would love to think he'd done that and he was the good guy, then I could warn all my friends about Danielle and how she was a jealous, boyfriend-stealing cow. We could all move on and tell her that we would be moving on without her.

There was only one thing that made that impossible, there was no evidence and I doubt Chase would admit to what just happened. Which for me, made everything drastically worse.

I would probably get called a liar and everyone would turn against me, for they were loyal to their friend. I had nothing to show them to prove I was right. All I had was a boyfriend who couldn't pull out of a kiss and a much less than loyal friend.

"Oh gosh," Charlotte caught sight of the state of me, "what's happened?"
She ran toward me and dragged me into the attention of just under 20 girls. I felt everyone's  concerned looks digging into me. This was exactly what I didn't want, but at least it shows that she cared.

"What is going on?" Maddy became extremely inquisitive.
"It... Was... Chase..." I sniffled, still sobbing, "Danielle..."
I couldn't continue, I wanted to suppress my feelings and shrink into a corner.

As if this couldn't get much worse, Danielle and Chase returned. A smug grin plastered over Danielle's face. Instantly I turned my back to them and strode away, not a seconds hesitation. I was not in the mood for talking to either of them.

"Babe," Chase caught up with me and touched my shoulder from behind.
I turned around and slapped his hand away, "do not, babe me!" I snapped at him.

He lurched back, surprised and shocked at my behavior. Surely he couldn't just pretend that him and my supposedly loyal friend just practically had a make out session?
"Vienna calm down..." He trailed off.
I stormed closer toward him, "you want me to calm down?!" I yell, by this time practically the whole school was observing outer domestic - including several teachers.
"Well... Yeah..." He replied in a obvious voice, I was not impressed with his tone.

He thought he could just continue, sail through the day and kiss me with the same lips that had touched Danielle's. Well he had another thing coming. I guess he didn't count on the fact I cared about him, the fact that I went to find him because I was worried about him.

From now on I couldn't give two damns about him.

"I thought we could work, I thought you were understanding of my amnesia." I stumbled backwards choking on my own sobs, "I was blind, I don't know you at all! How could I have been so stupid? I don't know you, you are a stranger to me. I was a fool to think someone like you would be with me, Chase - we're over!" He winced at the last two sentences.

I paused for a second to see the concerned expressions my friends faces held. I felt the immediate urge to run into the girls toilets in hysterics of tears, which was exactly what I decided to do next.

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