Deception

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Savian POV

June 2016

I woke up and the sun was peering through my blinds. I slowly tried to open my eyes, and immediately the pain aroused. Where was I last night? Seconds later, my head was pounding.

"A hangover?" I said aloud to myself as I sat up on my bed, sighing. I reached out for my phone to call T, as I rubbed my right hand against my forehead.

"Hello?" Tatiana answered.

"Hey.. are you home?" I questioned.

"Yea why?" she paused. "You sound sick. Where have you been? I couldn't reach you last night."

"Oh really?" I said with a puzzled tone. "I don't remember where I was last night. I know I have a hangover though."

"Oh, Savi." she responded.

"I'm at home now though, so I don't really think anything too bad could've happened." I responded again.

"Haha, okay. I'll chat with ya later."

"Alright. Bye"

*phone hangs up*

I got up and walked over to my living room. To my surprise, champaign bottles were smashed everywhere. The walls were smeared in wine stains, and my white couch was a mess!

"What the actual fuck happened here?!" I exclaimed in worry.

On the edge of my living room center piece, lied a note.

Savi, call me when you wake up. -Jacques

I needed some answers, so, I called.

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Jacques has quite a history with me. We grew up together, yet had to move at different points in our lives. After we moved away from each other, we practically forgot about each other. Until one day, we met again at a reunion. That day, I was only 12 years old, yet my heart felt some type of way. I felt so uneasy after seeing him that day, and I was extremely confused. I started thinking about whether it was a crush or, what it was, but I just couldn't come to a conclusion. I didn't like him for his looks, and I didn't know his personality at the time, so I absolutely did not know what I loved about him. I just wanted to get to know him again.

As the years went by, my feelings grew stronger. I didn't want to start a relationship, I honestly just wanted to be friends, to get to know him better like before. So, when I was 15, I took that opportunity. I left my comfort zone and did something I never would've thought I could do, which was simply to say "hi" to him. Now, you can't blame me, because I was a shy soul in my teenage years, and my insecurities ate me up every single day. This one "hi" was the development to our friendship. And ever since that day, we have become best friends. People tell us we're mean't to be, all the time, but I don't really see a relationship type of future with him. I don't know.

I am 23 years old now, and I have to say, that all of those insecure moments paid off, because now I have a genuine male best friend in my life, and I can't say I'm not thankful for it. He has taught me so much about myself, and I really appreciate it.

Lol. Enough of the back story. Back to the story.

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So, it turns out that I was at my cousin, Amara's birthday bash, and things got a little crazy so I left early. Now Jacques wasn't too sure about this, but he said, he thinks that my ex followed me home and practically took advantage of me as I was drunk. I do not think I was raped, simply because I feel fine, except for my headache. I only have a few hickies though, now that I check.. anyways. Lucas. SMFH. I'm gonna kill his ass later.

Jacques came to look for me after I didn't answer my phone multiple times, which I never do to him. He found me unconscious and says he helped me out and tucked me into my bed and everything.

How sweet.

And he's leaving Toronto tonight to head to LA.

I am beyond embarrassed right now.