Kissing In Cars [ Vic Fuentes Fanic ]

Chapter 17 - Till Death Due Us Part

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Freya's POV

I really fucked up.

I did worse than fuck up, I ruined everything. If I would've just opened my eyes and saw how happy Vic and Cara were with each other, and how content Evelyn and Tony were, I could have avoided that entire situation last night. But no, I had realized it a little too late, when she was screaming at me to be exact.

What the hell was wrong with me?

I hated myself.

Jaime had tried to console me last night but I just couldn't be in that house anymore. I knew I'd have to come around some time and say sorry, but my pride was getting the best of me. Instead I was lounging upside down on my bed with a bottle of gin, flipping through the TV channels mindlessly.

My phone had been ringing off the hook from him but I couldn't bring myself to answer. I had to punish myself first, I had to drown myself in grief and regret before anyone else had a chance to.

A sudden knock at my door drew me out of my thoughts, nearly making me spill my liquor. I groaned, sliding out of bed and slowly approaching the door. Rarely did I ever have visitors unannounced.

"Who is it?" I asked hesitantly, perched next to the door awaiting an answer.

"It's me. Open up, we gotta talk." I'd know his voice anywhere. My heart sped up as my mind matched his face to the voice.

"Go away Jaime." I mumbled through the door. I wasn't finished moping and beating myself up over last night.

"I have muffins..."  I heard him call, followed by the muffled sound of a bag shaking. I felt my stomach growl below me. Damn, he was good.

With a sigh I reluctantly opened the door to him, ushering him inside and taking the bag of food from him. I didn't care what he saw me in, including my pajamas which were just plaid pants and a singlet. 

I pulled out a blueberry muffin and bit into it as he took a seat on the bed. He patted the spot next to him but I remained positioned near the front door, which (sadly) wasn't that far away after all.

"Freya, what happened last night with Cara?" He sighed my name. Even that little action, something so small, told me how disappointed in me he was. 

"I... I don't know." I muttered quietly, taking another bite of my breakfast. How was I supposed to tell him I was jealous of her? That my jealousy drove me to ruin Cara's night?

"Yes you do. I know you do. Just... Tell me what that was all about. Please." His stare felt like it penetrated straight to my bones. I shifted awkwardly on my feet, contemplating actually telling him. "Freya." He said in a stern tone. 

Fine. If he wanted to know so bad, then by all means, he'll know.

"Listen," I spat, tossing the bag to the ground and stomping over to him. His face held surprise but his eyes never left mine. "I was jealous. I was jealous, okay? I was jealous because you talked about her, about the both of them, like they were the best people in the world. You seemed so close to them, and how the literal hell could I ever compete with either of them? Especially Cara? She's gorgeous for Christ's sake. Everyone seems to just love her. I was jealous of how close you all acted, and I was afraid I'd lose you. I can't lose you." My voice finally cracked and I dropped to my knees, my hands covering my mouth as I regretted the words I'd just uttered to him. "I know I haven't known you long, we've only been dating for a few weeks, but I can't..." my voice trailed off. I was unable to speak or I would start sobbing. The gin in me wasn't helping the situation at all either.