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Chapter 48 : Hurt

"Georgia," Clark breathed and I turned my head away. "Where were you the entire night? It's five in the morning now, I was so worried about you. I even sent the security to search for you, but you were nowhere."

Honestly, I didn't know where to go. After running away, I was lingering around coffee shops and bakery, immersing myself in food to ease the aching feeling tugging at my heart. I considered going back home, but I had to book tickets and all. I considered going back to Zach's apartment too, but my pride was huge enough to not go crying back to my brother slash cheater.

So all this while, I was hidden behind the bushes in the yard of the mansion where no one bothered to look, until the rains soaked me to the bone and I was left shivering in the cold.

I didn't say anything and walked past him. Suddenly, he grabbed my wrist and apologised softly, "I-I'm sorry, please don't do this. Please don't just disappear and leave me like that."

Our eyes locked into each other's and I could see the desperation in Clark's light brown ones. His Adam's apple bobbled as his grip around my wrists tightened. "You're shaking Georgia, we need to get you warm---"

"No!" I yelled and jerked my hand from his grip. We stared at each other as I rubbed my wrist scornfully. My lips curled in disdain and I spun around to leave.

"Georgia---"

"Don't," I snapped coldly and ran upstairs to my room.

It hurt. It still hurt.

* * *

"Georgia, please eat. You haven't had anything since yesterday, I don't want you to fall ill," Clark said assiduously  and tiredly leaned against the door.

I quietly pushed the empty pizza boxes and plates sticking out from under my bed with my legs and tried to suppress a burp.

Clark had cooked for me a huge spread of delicious breakfast, lunch and dinner, but I ate none. At least, that was what he knew. I had snuck in some scrumptious donuts which he made for breakfast in my pockets but he didn't know that. I had secretly ordered pizza for the rest of the meals, but he didn't know that either. Don't judge me, I was mad at him, but not at at my dear food.

Clark sighed wearily and crossed his arms against his chest. "You're coming to the event this evening?"

"Yeah," I mumbled, shrinking away so my back was facing him, sat on the bed and hugged my knees.

"You don't have to come, you really don't. There you'll have to pretend to be my girlfriend and all, it's no good. You don't have to---"

"I'm coming," I cut him off since I was a rebelling and would disagree to his every request.

If he didn't want me to come along then I would certainly go with him.

"Georgia, you really don't have to---"

"I said I'm coming!" I shouted and he immediately became silent. I showed him my middle finger and shouted authoritatively , "Now go away!"

I could feel his burning stare on my back which I deliberately ignored. He stood rooted at that spot by the door for a few minutes until I could hear him sigh and leave.

* * *

"Is something wrong with you guys?" Robert asked, his eyes darted between Clark and me and I shrugged nonchalantly.

If I were to be honest, Clark did look breathtakingly handsome dressed in a tuxedo. His sultry dark hair was disheveled like always and his sleeves rolled up which was the sexiest thing ever. This was the first time that he looked like a million bucks since he used to always dress humbly and casually in plain t-shirts and jeans.

"Georgia, you don't need to come and especially not like that." Clark gulped as his eyes swept over my comparatively smaller frame, clad in a ridiculously sick, off-shoulder, bright pink dress which reached just two inches above my knees.

Ally had packed some of her dresses for me which I swore that I would never wear, but here I was. She had also packed some of her cute looking girly heel sandals which I wore just for a few minutes and it was already killing me. Plus, I didn't know how to walk in them without constantly tripping and bruising my legs.

My makeup [which I applied myself] looked like death. The eyeliner and mascara was smeared everywhere around my eyes and my red lipstick was smudged which made me look like joker from that batman movie. I looked scarier than I already was.

I twirled around causing the dress to ride above and flashing my lacy black underwear. Clark tugged at his collar uncomfortably and Robert quickly shut his eyes and nearly ran for his dear life.

"Georgia---"

"Hush," I interjected Clark and smiled extra sweetly which made me resemble a sick bastard. "You wanted me to change, didn't you? So, here is the new, quiet, girly Georgia."

Clark looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn't. Instead, he sighed in defeat and quietly followed me till the black limousine which was waiting outside.

"Rich kids," I muttered and sat in the plush car while Clark too looked irritated.

"Robert insisted to ride in this car or else I would have made you walk since the event's only a couple of blocks away," Clark explained and I snorted.

The short drive was so silent that even the driver shifted uncomfortably on his seat. The driver had seen the old me around, always jumping and chatting to people. But this was the new me, calm and cool like the still ocean.

The car door opened to blinding lights from the cameras and countless questions thrown our way. I flashed them a saccharine smile and Clark wrapped his arm around my waist. I wiggled against his grip and stomped his foot with my sharp heel, but he seemed unaffected.

"Don't touch me," I said through gritted teeth while flashing another tight smile to the crazy, fangirling people.

Clark's grip only tightened around my waist as he dragged me to the hall, away from the paparazzi and madness. Once we were in, I quickly pulled away from him and straightened my dress.

I looked deep into his eyes and snapped, "Don't you ever touch me again."

He didn't say anything, but he looked sad and it hurt to see him sad. But he brought this upon himself. So, I swallowed the lump formed in my throat, lifted my chin up defiantly and  strode away from him. I left behind only the clicking of heels and a shattered heart.