Queen Bee.

9

"But Annabelle..."

"Don't worry about her, she doesn't matter to me anymore. Only you do, only you Cassandra."

And he kissed her.

I felt dizzy.

I leaned to the wall so I could be supported.

God, why? Why did he say that?

I knew it wasn't a game to him. He meant it. He meant everything he said to her.

Blake had that twinkle in his eyes since she came into his life. He laughed more often and he looked, for the first time, truly happy.

It was cute to see him smile all the time, to see him make funny faces and everything but it killed, it killed me at the same time because it wasn't for me.

I was just a fuck, as he told her. I was nothing to him.

I let myself fall on the ground.

No, no, I refuse to believe it. He wants me, I know he does. He's just trying to get in her pants.

I'm his only one. I must be.

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"Annabelle, let me be clear. This is the first and last time I'll be saying this. Stay away from Cassandra. One more word to her and I swear you'll regret it. I don't raise hands on women but I will make you pay. I am Cassandra's now. Don't ever try to contact me again. You were just a good lay but that's gone now. I don't cheat. I don't want to see your face anywhere near me or her, do you understand?"

My smirk fell.

And so did my heart.

I watched with tearful eyes as Blake glared at me one last time before taking his girl's hand and dragging her away.

She turned around and gave me a look of pity.

I guess that's what drew him into her. She was kind. Her soul wasn't dark, it wasn't unloving. It was warm. 

She was everything I wasn't. Who am I kidding?

I would never be enough to him, or anyone for the matter, and that was the sad, sad reality.