Why Do I Always Fall for the Bad Boys?

Chapter 23

Chapter 23

Tammy's POV

Be strong, Tammy. You can do this.

I chanted these words numerous times in my head. The palms of my hands are sweating; my heart was beating so fast I thought it was going to burst. At this exact moment, I thought of backing out from my plan. I couldn't bring myself to do it. I wasn't strong enough to get hurt again.

I was outside Blake's house. I was planning on talking to him and probably bring myself to forgive him knowing that his mother had just passed away. I know what he did was wrong but maybe it was just his way of coping from what was happening in his life right now. I was hurt but maybe, just maybe, he was hurting more.

I forced myself to ring the doorbell. It took a couple of rings before I heard footsteps heading towards the door. I mentally prepared the words I wanted to say to Blake the moment he opens the door. As the door swung open, I couldn't help but feel the blood boil inside me. Right in front of me was none other than the evil...

Veronica Iris White.

"What are you doing here, filth?" She asked, eyeing me from head to toe, giving me a disgusted look.

Oh no she didn't. "No, what are you doing here, slut?" I fired back, glaring at her with my most venomous look.

She raised her fake brows and replied, "You really wanna know? Blake and I were in the middle of our fun time when you decided to rudely interrupt us by ringing the doorbell. We were kissing and he was even –"

Damn it. She seriously knew how to push my buttons. I didn't need the mental image of them doing their so called fun time. "Shut up! I already know you're a slut. You don't have to tell me every detail. Now, where's Blake?"

"He doesn't want to see you." She stubbornly answered, crossing her arms and raising her eyebrows in a challenging manner.

That just did it. An angry huff of air left my mouth when I shoved past her as she tumbled backwards. "Well, I'm going to see him whether he likes it or not." I called out as I ran up the stairs with her screaming profanities behind me.

I found the door to Blake's room as I hastily went in without a knock. I immediately found Blake in his bed, half naked with only a blanket to cover his lower half. If only I wasn't pissed at him, I would've taken time to admire this scenery before me. But then again, I was in no mood to drool over this man-whore.

"Veronica, who was at the d –" He stopped speaking as soon as his eyes landed on me. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, it's nice to see you too, Blake." I replied sarcastically. "Look, I want to talk. I already know about your mom and I'm s –"

His eyebrows furrowed, casting a furtive glance at me, "You what? Who told you?"

"Tommy." I answered, simply, shrugging.

He cursed under his breath as he sighed. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Okay, but at least explain to me why you're acting this way." I demanded, giving him a determined glare saying I wasn't going home without a good explanation.

"You really wanna know the truth?" He asked, glaring at me strongly. I swallowed hard as I urged myself to nod. "I never liked you."

Five syllables, four words. My heart felt like it was stabbed with a knife as soon as those words left his mouth. I was forcing myself to hold back the tears that are threatening to fall. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry.