Trisha’s POV
“I’m just saying, we haven’t hung out in a while.” Alex whispered to me during my photo-shoot. “Maybe we could hang out, the three of us?”
“You want to hang out with me and Lucian?” I asked him dubiously.
“Yeah.” He smiled. “You’re right, I don’t know him. And if he’s important to you… Then I want to get to know him. I want to make sure he’s good enough for you.” I rolled my eyes with a smile.
“Yeah, right.” I said. I knew he wasn’t telling the whole truth, but I didn’t want to argue with him again, so I just went along with it. “Sure, when and where? I’ll text Lucian.”
“I’ve already spoken to him.” Alex said, shocking me a lot more than I already was.
“You have? When?” I asked and he shrugged.
“I went to see him at lunch.” He said and I frowned again.
“You did?” I asked, trying to work out just what was going on.
“Yep, I wanted to make sure it was alright with him first.” He said and I couldn’t help but smile. Alex really did seem to genuinely want to do this, and who was I to say no when he was trying so hard to make me happy? “You’re coming over to mine after your photo-shoot finishes and we’re meeting Lucian at Oltenia at about 7.30.”
“Maybe I should phone Lucian and check with him.” I said thoughtfully.
“He knows everything, Trisha.” Alex said with a sigh. “He said its fine for you to come over to mine, we haven’t spent much time together recently. Lucian said he’ll meet us there.” I paused for a second, but then nodded with a smile.
“Okay.” I smiled. “You’re right. We haven’t hung out properly in a while.”
Alex grinned and nodded, before turning back to his work. I was kind of pleased that Alex was trying to make an effort, he didn’t realize how much I appreciated it. After the photo-shoot finished Alex and I headed back to his place. By the time we got back, we had about two hours until we were meant to be meeting Lucian. We played some video games and ordered a take away. At first, I had been wary because of Alex’s feelings towards me, but he wasn’t doing anything that I felt was inappropriate. It felt just like it used to, like we were just best friends hanging out.
Once it reached 7.15, Alex suggested we head out. I just nodded eager to see Lucian after the long day. I grabbed my jacket and then we started walking in the direction of Oltenia, where Lucian was meant to be meeting us. I wondered if Lucian would be able to find it okay, but he hadn’t phoned me, so I guessed he was fine.
“Can I ask you something?” Alex asked from beside me as we walked the fifteen minute journey to the club.
“Sure.” I smiled.
“If… Lucian hadn’t turned up, would…We have ever had a shot?” He asked and I sighed and fought hard to stop myself rolling my eyes. Over the last few months, we’d had this conversation so many times, just in different ways. Alex kept asking similar questions, phrased in different ways to make it look like he was asking something different.
“Alex, I thought we’d talked about this.” I said, turning to him only to find him looking down at the floor.
“But if you’d never met Lucian… Would you have gone for me?” He asked and I looked away from him. I hated having to say no every time he asked me questions like this. Because I knew I was breaking his heart, but I couldn’t lie to him, I couldn’t give him that little bit of hope because I knew he’d blow it way out of proportion.
“I’m sorry, Alex but I’ll never see you as anything more than a friend.” I said softly.
“But if you had the opportunity, would you be able to?” He asked and I frowned.
“No.” I said firmly. “I’m sorry, but I just… I see you as a brother now. Thinking of you in a romantic way is just… It’s just not there.” Alex sighed and nodded, but I knew that wasn’t going to be the end of it. No matter how many versions of my answer I gave, he continued to ask his questions.
A few minutes before we reached Oltenia, Alex started to get a bit jittery.
“What’s gotten into you?” I asked him with a curious frown.
He just bit his lip, trying unsuccessfully to hide his grin, and shrugged. I let it go and followed him into the club. I instantly started scanning the crowd for Lucian. I missed him, even after just one day, and needed to see him, to kiss him. Someone tugged on my sleeve and I looked at Alex to see what he wanted. He just nodded in a direction, towards the bar, and I followed his gaze. But then my heart stopped at the sight before me.
Lucian was at the bar with a girl sitting unnecessarily close to him, her hand stroking up and down Lucian’s arm. The girl was speaking and although I couldn’t hear her, I could tell by the sultry smile that she was flirting with my boyfriend. And Lucian wasn’t pulling back. I felt my heart being crushed in my chest by the onslaught of emotions I felt. Some random girl was hitting on Lucian, and he wasn’t doing a damn thing about it. He wasn’t trying to stop the girl, he wasn’t removing her hand, and he wasn’t walking away. No, he was sitting there enjoying it, for all I knew. I couldn’t see Lucian’s face, but just the fact that Lucian hadn’t said no was enough proof for me. I felt tears well in my eyes as I took the scene in.
“Trisha.” Someone said beside me and I was reminded of Alex standing beside me. But I didn’t care about him anymore, or tolerating his constant neediness. No, I just needed to get out of here. I turned away from Alex and headed back towards the door.
“Trisha, wait!” Alex called after me and I knew he’d been loud enough for Lucian to hear.
I glanced over my shoulder towards the bar, to find Lucian turning quickly to look over his shoulder towards me. My gaze met his and I felt like I could burst out crying on the spot. His gaze didn’t hold an ounce of guilt or anything, he didn’t even realize that he’d done anything wrong. No, I saw surprise and happiness in his gaze, but no guilt. So I just turned away again and pushed my way back through the crowd, just needing to escape and put some space between me and Lucian.
Maybe I had to go away and never come back. Now I have a job and the money is pretty good, I can even afford to stay in a hotel. I knew my life would never be like the fairy tale I was lately living in, so why am I sad now? I have to go!
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Hell in my eyes!
Ficção AdolescenteBy the age of nineteen, Trisha experienced things she should never experience for her age...