Don't Fall for Me, My Fake Lover

TWENTY SEVEN - I was broken hearted

DON’T FALL FOR ME MY FAKE LOVER by: Avaritico

TWENTY SEVEN – I was broken hearted

Hi guys, as you can see I changed the penname to Avaritico. And here's the new chapter of part II. Basically you'll see a different perspective of the characters in this part of DFFM, My Fake Lover. I hope you enjoy it! And as promised to those who voted for the true identity of Enrique, One lucky reader will be included in this chapter and chapters to come. This chapter is for Andrea (babydevon4ever). And lastly I implore everyone for your VOTES! ~Avaritico

 “Kristin is always really bad news,” I murmur to myself. If only she didn’t call that very moment, Sissie and I would have already been official lovers. I rush to my car when Andrea comes out of it. I thought she already entered the part but I am wrong. And she has to see me in such a pathetic state, I curse my faith.  

“Hey, what’s the rush big bro?” She smiles while blocking the door of the car. “I told you she’d reject you. Don’t tell I didn’t warn you.”

“Cassie didn’t reject me,” I answer brushing her away from the door.

“You chicken out, didn’t you?” She is amazed. “I can’t believe a playboy like you could chicken out? Or do you still feel a very deep attachment for your first love. Get over her!”

“I didn’t chicken out,” I answer. “But I have to go, it’s an emergency.”

I hear her sigh. “I bet that’s Kristin-emergency. And I was right all along. It’s about that girl again.”

“Why don’t you go in there and enjoy yourself, I’ll be back.” I tell her. “Don’t waste that beautiful dress of yours by staying in the sidelines.”

“His leaving already?” I hear a guy’s voice asking my sister. My blood boils as I remember the owner of the voice. I can never forget the lying bastard’s voice. I watch as he guides our sister into the party. If only I am not in a hurry, I might have punched Carlo in the face.

I am sure Kristin is crying right now. I heard her sob and this time it was intense, I guess. She didn’t tell me what the problem is but I bet it’s that bastard again. I know they broke up already and I don’t know why Kristin is still all over him. He isn’t that great of a guy. He doesn’t even excel in academics. All he does is display his body in the swimming pool, though he isn’t really a good swimmer.

Kristin, she is my best friend and is also my first love. If only she also felt in love with me instead of falling for that no good Carlo guy. If only she looked at me instead of giving her full attention to that guy, then she might be happy now. If only she loved me instead of loving him.

But I cannot do anything. I can only be her friend because that is what she wanted. She doesn’t want me as a lover. She only wanted me as a friend, a shoulder to cry on when she and Carlo has a fight. She made sure of that when I kissed her once.

I kissed her when we were along telling her to get over Carlo. I told her that I’m the one who loved her. I loved her since we were six. But she just answered me with a slap on the face.

I can still remember the words she told me. “Never do that again. And please get over yourself. I love Carlo, and you’re my best friend. I love you like a brother that is why we can never be together. But if you can’t promise me that you will forget about your feelings for me then you will have to stay away from me.”  Those words hurt more than the slap in my face. She said it looking directly into my eyes. I was the one who looked away. Ashamed of what I have done.

“I’m sorry. I just got carried away,” I told her in a soft voice looking down on the ground. I didn’t have enough courage to look at her face that time. I was really embarrassed.

“Then control your emotions or better yet look for a girlfriend,” It almost sounded like a command the way she said it.

Then she walked away from me. I didn’t permit my tears to fall, not until she was gone. And it was only then that they got freed from their cage. I felt two lines of warm liquid rushing from my eyes.

I am driving the car as fast as I can. I don’t care if I break the speed limit. I just want to get to Kristin on time, while she is still alive.

She told me to go to her house. I tried contacting her parents but I was sent directly to the voice mail. I am still rushing through my contacts. Then suddenly my phone rings. I look at the caller ID and it is her.

“Hey, hang in their, I’m coming.” I say in the most sweet and comforting voice that I can. “I’ll be there just in a few more minutes. I promise whatever it is it’s going to be fine.”

“Lee,” I can hear her broken word while she sobs. “It hurts. It really hurts.” I can feel her sadness and pain in her voice. “I’m sorry about everything, I’m sorry if I leave like this. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t do this alone.”

“Hey, hey come on.” I answer her. “You’re not alone, I’m always with you.”

“You can’t be with me on this. And Carlo left me. He doesn’t want anything to go do with me anymore because of this.”

“Just hang in there and well about it okay.”

“I’m sorry Lee. I’m really very sorry.” She says in a weak voice. “I’m sorry I never loved you the way you deserved. And I’m sorry I can’t wait for you any longer.”

“Hey, don’t do anything stupid. Just wait for me and everything will be fine. We’ll work things out.

“It’s beautiful Lee. It is. It hurts but it’s beautiful. Crimson, scarlet. It’s just like those flowers Carlo sent me the first time. Scarlet…” And her voice was gone. COPYRIGHT 2012-2013 @ Avaritico. All Rights Reserved.