Something Like Fate: A BajanCanadian FanFiction

Chapter 11: Instahate

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Chapter 11: Instahate

Lilly's POV

I wish I could tell Mitch exactly how I feel. One minute, everything seems almost unreal. Like a dream. 

The next moment, I feel as if walls are crashing onto me, breaking my bones and crushing every inch

of my frail body. I sit on Jerome's lap, and I look at the screen. Crap. He's livestreaming. The chat has

blown up. 

"Who IS She?!"

"Eww!"

"You can do better, bacca!"

"BUt what about #MEROME?!"

"UGlLYY"

"Awe"

"She's beautiful."

"Is she your girlfriend?"

"You guys are adorablee!"

"SOOOO CUTE!"

"Why you be cryin?"

"Dat ladyfriend doe."

I smile, but just like reality, the hate swallows the love. I feel Jerome rubbing my back. It feels so

good. Mitch runs in. "What are you guys doing!?" he yells. The chat immediately is blown up

agian, talking about Mitch. "Good question." I snap. Mitch looks hurt. If only he knew... I'm furious.

If HE can cheat, I can. I look into Jerome's eyes. I almost melt. I lean in, and kiss him. Disappointed

is all I can say. Sparks still refuse to conduct themselves. I hear chat  notifications dinging on the

screen. I pull back, and smile. He smiles back. I climb off of his lap, but he pulls me back on. 

"Stay." he begs. His eyes plead. "I'm cold." I say. He takes off his suit jacket. I slip it on. It's warm.

The chat blows up yet again, and I smile. Jerome starts adding people to the call. Rob, Perrston, 

Mat, Ryan, and a girl named Ashley. I tried to be nice, but she seemed to hate me. 

"hahahaah that was awesome," I say, as Jerome's team wins another Capture the Wool.

Ashley, on the opposite team, snaps, "Get off of his lap, this is professional!" Her words sting

my ears. I climb off. Jerome looks sad. "I think we should just end the stream.." he mutters.

"NO! No Jerome stay! We love you! I love you..." she says, the stinging turning to stabbing.

The chat blows up, with #Jashley. My heart breaks. "I should go. She's right." I said, and start to

walk out. "NO! Lilly stay.." he says. I gesture with my eyes towars the screen, and back to him.

His shoulders sag, and he takes Ashley out of the call. I smile weakly, and sit in the chair beside

his. He pats his leg, and looks at me. I roll my eyes, jokingly. What stabs my heart the most, is

Mitch's green Online status. 

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I sit on the couch, cuddiling against Jerome. He strokes my hair, and my feet are intwined with his

under the blanket. Mitch sits across the room from us, and glares. I sneak a peek at him every

so often. A tear slips from his eye. I pretend not to notice. We put in a movie. The Conjuring. I 

snuggle into Jerome's chest, afraid. "Shh you're ok baby." he whispers. I simle, and realize that

I'm still wearing his jacket. It's so comfortable. I hear Mitch across the room, scoffing at us. I feel

like going over there, and telling him he brought it on himself, and that I love him, and that I wish

he wouldn't be like this. I felt crest fallen, seeing him sad. 

~L E  T I M E  S K I P  T O  T H E  M O R N I N G~

I wake up in the middle of the night, and I look next to me. Jerome is sound asleep. I hear clinking

sounds, and I follow them to the basement. I gingerly open the door, and I see Mitch.

Shirtless.

Working out.

Sweating.

Like.

Mad.

Sweat drips down his abs, and they look as if they were freshly chiseled off of a smooth marble

stone. He doesn't see me. His muscles bulge, and I can't help but stare. He turns around, and

sees me. I blush bright red, scared he will react. Instead, he walks towards me. I shiver and shake.

He is inches from my face. Centimeters. Millimeters. His forehead leans up against mine. I feel

electricity shoot through my body. My hands in his hair, his on my waist. Our bodies touching, our

lips connecting, and sparks flying. I feel a perfect rhythm as we kiss for what feels like a lifetime. I

feel my hand on his abs. Stone. Rock. Solid. Stone. I try not to squeal. I feel him pull away. Then,

I feel a hand connecting with my cheek. Hard. I look up. I open my eyes. Jerome stands before me,

his eyes red from tears. I hold my cheek where the slap was. I know I deserve it already. I look 

down. My hand is still holding the warm area where his hand was. I hear Mitch screaming, 

telling him not to hurt me. I try to tune it all out, and I try so hard to pretend like nothing happened.

I already know I'm lying.

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I wake up...where am I? I look around, and I see Mitch beside me. Shirtless. Last night..Jerome..

oh my god. I look at Mitch, and I scoot closer to him on the bed, He's so warm. I slide into his body,

our bodies connecting like a puzzle. I feel him move. I hear him yawn. I turn to face him. He smiles,

and I try to smile. I'm so dead...He presses his forward to mine again. I feel the electricity humming

again. He goes to kiss me, but I turn away. I hear him whine. I turn back, and kiss his cheek. He

frowns. I lean in, connecting our lips. Chicken Nugget Budderflies swarm my stomach. I smile,

and giggle. He pulls me as close as possible towards him. I try to wiggle away, but his iron grip

traps me. "I'm sorry." I whisper. I get up, his grip loosening. I walk out of the room, still in Jerome's

jacket. I walk into Jerome's room. He's asleep, alone. I look around, a present on his dresser.

On the tag, it reads: To: Lilly, My One and Only. From: :)

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END OF CHAPTER 11

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