"What are you doing here?" Harry said to the person on the other side of the door. He tried to keep his voice level down but the slight annoyance in his voice can be heard from where I am standing.
"Didn't your father told you about the dinner tonight?" The person spoke. The sound of her voice caught my attention from appreciating the decorations of the room because I know who that person is. I may not hear it all the time but it is the kind of voice that can be easily remembered. I turned my gaze towards the door where Harry is standing and his tall figure is blocking my gaze to the person outside. "He told me you were coming down to New York and thought it will be nice to get together."
"I wasn't informed. How did you know I'll be staying here?" Harry questioned. I feel slightly out of place all of sudden. You know that feeling when you know you're in the right side of the situation but you suddenly feel like you're the one who doesn't belong?
"Can you at least let me in before you squeeze every bit of information out of me?" Marie annoyingly said.
"I can't I—" Harry excused but I cut him off.
"It's okay." I called out. As if their conversation was quiet enough for me not to hear. Harry looked at me with an apologizing look before opening the door completely for Marie.
"Thank you." She smiled before her eyes fell upon me. "Oh. Hi, Chastity."
"Hi." I greeted back enthusiastically. I can't help but think that I'm faking it. I don't know why, maybe because I'm secretly jealous of her. Marie is a nice person its just that I don't feel easy to be with her.
We conversed normally with Marie who's really the one keeping up the conversation. Harry led us to the living room with another set of chandeliers that reflects on the marble floorings of the room. The room has a circular suede couch with matching center table and centerpiece. The one side of the wall is decorated with old bricks where family pictures and a wide flat screen television are hung. I can't help but let my gaze linger on the family pictures on the wall eagerly looking for a picture with two young boys, and if lucky, two teenage boys.
It was when Marie called my name that I stopped staring at the pictures on the wall like an investigator and sat down opposite from Marie on the couch.
"Is it your first time here in New York?" She asked while Harry is in the kitchen preparing drinks.
"Yeah, Harry said he'll show me around today." I replied.
"New York is probably Harry's second home. He's always here for no reason. It's either he just wants to be away or wants to eat expensive food." Marie said comfortably that I would think she and Harry have been best friends for a long time like Vane. It almost sounds like she knows Harry all too well. It doesn't sit well with me but I ignore that nagging speech in the back of my head.
"You've been in New York for lot of times from the sound of it." I need to applaud myself for sounding so genuine and interested when in reality I'm not. Before Marie could reply, the man of the hour appeared from the kitchen holding a tray with glasses and pitcher of juice.
"Sorry, I can't find anything to drink in the kitchen aside from water and vodka." Harry placed the tray on the center table and started pouring the drinks.
"It's okay. Harry, why don't you tell Chastity the time we watched a broadway show here in New York?" Marie innocently asked but I know she's doing this on purpose and she did a great job at it.
I looked at Harry whose face paled but continued to act as if he can't feel the tension in the room the moment Marie came in. The electrifying tension is palpable I would rather have myself thrown out of the window than spend another waking second with the both of them. I feel stupid. Marie is clearly indicating the two of them have something going on. I know it from the beginning but I was too blinded by having someone to be with me that I let Harry blindside me. I ignored the warning signs because what? I was desperate and pathetic. I let Harry manipulate me and I let myself be the third wheel. I thought Harry stopped whatever the two of them have the moment we agreed to be together. I thought, I just thought and didn't confirm it.
I swallowed the growing lump in my throat because I won't let Marie get satisfied by the sight of me being truly affected. My fingers curl together along with my toes hidden by my shoes. Is this heartbreak? Do I already love Harry to feel heartbroken? Or maybe I just feel disappointed, not only with myself but with Harry.
"Yes, he did told me about it." I lied. From the corner of my eyes, I can feel Harry staring at me but I didn't remove my attention from Marie. She seemed satisfied. "I forgot that I have an article to finish by this week. I need to go back to our room." I stood up from my seat and bid Marie goodbye with a tight smile on my face.
I started walking towards the door expecting Harry to follow me and he did. I opened the door and started my way to the elevator when a warm hand grabbed my elbow to stop me from reaching the place where people can get claustrophobic but the only safe place I know at the moment.
"Chas, whatever she said back there—" Harry started explaining but my mind is closed off at the moment. The only thing I want right now is to get away from him to be able to properly breathe.
"No." I snapped, swinging my arm away from his grasp. "Let's not talk about it right now."
"I know the moment I let you go right now you won't be talking to me unless you are forced to." Harry truthfully said. It's weird that he knows that little attitude of mine. My heart should soften at the thought of it but my heart is on full guard.
"I just thought we were... you know. I thought you voluntarily stopped seeing her when you asked me to be with you." I honestly blurted out. I don't know what made me speak but it felt good to let it out. "I feel like I was your mistress, like I'm the second choice and I felt cheap. I thought it was genuine, all of it but you were doing the same to another girl. You were also making her feel special and cared for. I thought I was the only one." My voice falters at the end but I didn't cry. I didn't let a single tear out for him. The look on Harry's face is unexplainable and he didn't say a thing to defend himself. He's practically waving the white flag imaginarily at me. I waited for him for a few seconds but still, he didn't do anything and that was my cue to leave.
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Hi! I'm gonna be honest and say that I don't remember my own story and I need to recap myself about it. This chapter has been made even before I became inactive so I'm posting it even if it's short.
Thank you if you're still reading this story and I'll finish this book even if my schedule and time barely allows me.
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Fanfiction"It just happens that we're staying in the same dorm." Chastity wants to find a roommate to stay with but she didn't expect that her unexpected roommate will bring her hatred, jealousy and probably even love. ~*~
