Chapter 13

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I thought the weekend would give me a rest. I was wrong. Sure, it was slightly better than seeing Vic every day but the aching feeling in my heart was still there. I don't think there's something more horrible than feeling rejected and used at the same time.

Right now, I was laying down on the couch in the middle of the living room, staring at the ceiling, just thinking about my awful week. Well, it wasn't so awful if I forgot about Vic. After he rejected me, he just treated me normally, and that was the thing that hurt me the most. Be treated as a simple swimmer.

I wanted something more and he had to love someone else. Life sucks so much. Usually, I always see the positive side of a situation. However, I had no idea how to deal with an unrequited love. I couldn't force him to like me back so I was stuck in this predicament.

If only I could talk about it to my friends, I'm sure they would have cheered me up, but I kept it secret, so I was on my own. I was fortunate to have good friends though, they weren't blind and saw how low I was the next day. Especially Emmeric who was really sweet to me this day. He had a smile back on his lips, contrasting with his sad face from the day before. Actually, he was the only one who made me feel better. I think it's because he looked at me with so much adoration, making me feel really good compared to what Vic made me feel like.

Just when I thought I should have invited Emmeric to my home this weekend, two loud knocks on the front door startled me. I almost fell off the couch but managed not to.

"Sweetie," called my mom from the kitchen, "can you go open the door? I have my hands covered in flour".

"Yes mom," I sighed as I stood up, peeking at her rapidly through the open kitchen.

She was baking a cake. It was a thing she did a lot to distract herself since the divorce and she managed to become really good. I mean, she was already good before, but now she was able to create masterpieces. She had asked me to help her with this one but I had refused straight away. I gave up on helping her a long time ago because every time I've tried, it has ended in disaster. I guess I was too flighty for that. This time though, I knew she proposed me to distract me from my incessant pessimist thoughts. She was clever, she could read me like an open book. Well, maybe coming home with wet cheeks gave her a hint the other night. I'd kept my mouth shut though, I had promised myself to not bother her with subjects about love since it's a touchy one for her.

I lumbered toward the door, cursing under my breath against the one behind the door. I just wanted to mope around all day, nothing else. I opened the door nonchalantly and my jaw dropped in shock. I was frozen in place, unable to move a toe. What the actual fuck? The man in front of me opened his mouth to speak and I was quick to step outside the house, slamming the door behind me.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I spat angrily, rage quickly building up inside me.

My father gave me an apologetic look, but I wouldn't have any of that, he was so selfish right now! How did he even have our address? I thought he had no idea where we lived. Actually, I never asked my mom about it, I didn't care about him, still, he had the nerve to come here, what a jerk.

"Did you only think about what could have happened if it was mom who has opened the door? Or are you seriously stupid enough to beg her to let you come here?" I went on, giving him a death glare, my respiration going heavier with each word.

"No Kellin, I promise she doesn't know anything. I...I couldn't reach you, you ignored all my calls and my messages and—"

"There's a reason for that, I want nothing to do with you." I cut him off.

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