IT'S CONFUSING!

chapter 21

Recap: 

I was too busy fiddling with my dress as my mind started to make up the worst possible assumptions, that I almost screamed when I felt someone's hand on my shoulder.  "Keiria Slaza?”, she questioned with a smug look on her face. I just wobbled my head because I was too in shock to speak up.
"HI I am Veronica."
Veronica Mikaelson." _______________________________________

I stared with my mouth agape. I was pretty sure that a fly would have entered my mouth if it was not for the timely intervention of Vicktor.

"Ria I did not know which drink you preferred so I bought bot-" 

He stopped mid-sentence when he found Veronica standing next to where I was seated.   Her head whipped up the second she heard his voice. To say she looked elated to see him would be the understatement of the year.

"Uh! What a typical hoe!"

I mean she was Aiden's booty call after all, so it was no wonder she kept looking at Vicktor like he was some candy. Well if there was such a thing as 'visual raping' I was pretty sure that Veronica would be ace at it! Though Veronica was busy taking her time checking him out, Vick on the other hand looked like he was suffering from excruciating pain.

Poor guy! He looked like he was ready to make the run to the door, for God's sake!

"Oh well, hI there! I'm Veronica and you must be Vicktor?" 
She walked right up to him, swaying her hips like those professional pole dancers. But what surprised me the most was how Vicktor politely acknowledged her with a simple nod and made his way to where I was seated. 
He left her standing there looking like a deer caught in headlights!

Her eyes were wide as a saucer as she kept openly glaring at Vicktor, who was by then seated in front of me. Even I was a little taken aback with the way Vicktor behaved. It was no wonder that girls were all over him. 

I was too busy having a nice laugh when I saw veronica huff and flip her hair before she 'hoe-walked' to her table. When I finally composed myself I looked up to see Vicktor staring right at me. His eyes focused on mine. His lips curved into a smile.

  He looked breathtaking.

I flushed deep red before looking away from his intense gaze. I heard him laugh a little before he started to drink his mocha.  "Are you sure you don't want anything else? You haven’t had anything other than your latte."  Vicktor asked me with a deep frown etched on his forehead.  After Veronica's little show, Vick and I had a quiet lunch. I did not start a conversation because as much as I tried to not overthink, I still ended up coming up with scenarios as to why Aiden left that morning without even saying a goodbye. 

"Maybe he just used me? Maybe it was all a plot to get me into his bed?"

I could not eat properly.  I could not concentrate on anything.  The hurt was consuming me from the inside but it was the wait that was killing me. 
Slowly. 
Painfully.

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Torture wouldn't be the best word for what I was going through. I didn't feel like smiling. I didn't feel like crying. I felt numb.  Yes, numb.  I felt like all the happiness in me was being sucked out. It had been almost 6 days since Aiden left and I still had not heard a word from him. 

After breaking my head for 2 days I finally let my ego slide and texted him enquiring about where he was and how he was doing. It was a bit too cliché but that was all I could come up with at that moment. I waited patiently for his reply, which, deep down in my heart, I knew that I would never receive. I held on to the tiny ounce of hope that I had left in me and tried to put on my positive face, silently praying that he does reply to my texts.