"Jess?" Cass questioned hesitantly, pausing from eating her stew. "What's wrong?"
Of course she noticed how I was not myself today. How my eyes were completely red. How my voice trembled or broke every time I said something. How I seemed just so lost in myself.
Cass is just observant like that. It's a trait I've come to dislike, actually. I can never manage to hide anything from her for too long.
"And don't you dare say 'Nothing'.," Cass warned. "I know it's not nothing, but if you don't want to tell me, it's okay."
A small pause.
"Though I'd highly suggest against that," she added.
I sighed. Not that I didn't want to tell her, but this is complicated shit. My complicated shit. Not just complicated, utterly horrifying as well.
It's just I'm not too sure what going on in my life right now and I don't want to drag anyone into it. It's barely been a few hours since that Daniel turned my life upside down.
As soon as Daniel left, Asher started asking me one question after the other, which just made me feel worse. But when he actually noticed that I, myself wasn't sure what was happening, he shut up and just gave me a tight hug and then left by saying, "You need some time alone. We'll talk tomorrow, alright?"
That was one thing he was right about. I needed the time alone to think it all out. To figure out my life.
And so, I cried after the familiar sensation of numbness wore away. Everything crashed down, shattering to the ground, and I felt all alone. I knew I had Asher and Cass by my side, but they can't do anything when I'm already married. Illegally, yes, but married nevertheless.
And at dinner, Cass noticed my swollen eyes, even when I tried to hide it, and realised that I had been crying.
"Jess?" Cass asked in a soft voice after I didn't reply. "What's wrong? You're freaking me out here."
"Don't worry. I'll tell you later," I muttered. "Just let me figure it all out."
"Why don't you let me help you figure it out?" Cass questioned, accusingly. "Why? Isn't that what best friends do for each other?"
"Cass...it's not that," I answered, not in the mood for this. "I'm just not sure what's going on. Please, give me some time and I'll spill it all out."
"Time for what?" She demanded, her voice raising by the passing second. "Here, you look all depressed and shit and you just expect me to sit and go on with my life? In case you haven't noticed, I actually care about you."
"Then stop caring!" I snapped, my irritation quickly replacing my grief. "This is my problem and who said I'll have to give you a full description of every damn thing that happens in my life, huh? Just give me a break and go to hell."
She opened her mouth to say something, and by the look on her face, I'm guessing something snarky, then closed it.
"Do whatever the heck you want to," Cass murmured, going back to eating. "I don't care anymore."
This was the second time today that I ended up feeling insensate.
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The Guy Who Called Me An A-class Bitch
Romance"Well, because she's an A-class bitch." He replied, casually, like calling random girls a bitch was nothing too unusual. Cass gasped. "How can you say that? Do you have any idea what she does to guys who call her a bitch, wait no, didn't you also do...
