ONE_SHOT: NEVER MEANT TO BE
I have a bad feeling about this.
It’s not going to work.
I told Oliver that coming here wasn’t in the option. We broke up. I am not sure he wants to see me after what had happened. But then Oliver had to smooth talk me to come here. Giving me reasons like ‘I had to’, ‘we have to make-up’, ‘we are made for each other so breaking-up was never suppose to happen’, then the most important one, it was his birthday.
Adam decided to throw a party, which to me was surprising since he was never a party person. He probably only threw two parties in our entire high school life. One from our sophomore years while the other was last term during our junior year. Both parties were the best in the year. It was outrageous and very over the top as they say since I had only been to the last one last year. But from then, it definitely live off on its title of being the best party of the year. Not even Nathaniel Atlas, the school resident party-animal could beat Adam’s.
I slipped out of Dean’s car following him and his girlfriend—my new-found best friend—Emma up the steps towards the opened double door.
“Are you guys even sure about this?” I asked probably more than the fifth time since we arrived in Adam fenced mansion.
Music pulsed from inside the house as neon light lit it up.
Oliver glared at me. Annoyance in his features probably regretting dragging me here. Serves him right. I was adamant of not going. But he and Emma forced me.
“For the last time, Darcy,” he said in exasperation, “Yes. You should be here. You guys need to kiss up and make up. And be done with it.”
I laughed. Kiss up? Make up? Since when does Oliver use those terms. “Since when do you use those girly words, Ashton?”
He groaned as Emma laughed as well.
“C’mon,” Oliver said ignoring us. “Let go inside.”
He led us into the studio where the party was. Adam picked the room since it was connected to the porch outside to the swimming pool where I can see some of our classmates swimming and making out.
I looked at the house and compared it to the last time I was here. It was completely different. It wasn’t the bright, clean, polish and elegant house I had been so many times in the span of our relationship. The house is trashed. Colored cups are everywhere. Bags of chips and crackers and what others on the floor and the chairs. I can see a lot of the people hooking up in the dark corner of the room, while others bold enough in the middle of the dance floor. Chaos.
“Let’s find him,” Oliver suggested.
I shook my head in return. No, I’ll do this alone. “You go enjoy the night. I’ll do this on my own.”
“You sure?” Oliver asked me over the noise.
I nodded.
“Okay?” Emma said hugging me. “Good luck!”
“Just call us if you need help,” Oliver said as he dragged Emma to the dance floor.
I smiled. Good! They came here to party not wallow into my pity party.
Once, I was sure that they are already taken care of. I turned my head looking for Adam.
I looked for him thorough the dance floor but he wasn’t there. So I headed to the kitchen thinking he might be getting a drink. But no, he wasn’t there. I searched for him in the entire first floor of the house. But he wasn’t there. My last resort was the pool area where a lot of our classmates were. I searched for him and just when I was starting to lose all hope of finding him, I saw him.
I smiled. Finally.
But just as fast as my smile found its way into my face, it disappeared.
Adam was in a make-out session with a blonde girl. I looked at who it was and as I did. The pain, that was in my chest made its way when I saw him lip-locking with another girl, doubled.
It was Alice.
Why does it that of all the girls he had to be lip-pocking with, it had to be her. My ex-friend, after she bad-mouthed me, humiliated me and betrayed me. It had to be her.
All resolve of talking to Adam slipped out of my hands. The gift I intended to give to Adam slip out of my hands in to the soft ground. Tears started to blur my vision but I didn’t care. I had to get out of here. I run back inside, passed through the dance floor, down the hall and out of the door.
I left the house. My gift on the ground just a few feet away from him.
They were surrounded with my other fake friends. The two kissed like there was no tomorrow. I felt so betrayed even if I shouldn’t be. Adam and I are over. Long gone.
For two day, we had been over. But to see him with another woman in his arms was like a stabbed in the heart. It hurt. Like my heart was ripped out of my chest and stomped on the ground and cut into little pieces.
Who could he throw away two years that easily?
But then reality played me, making the most popular guy in school date me. It was a dream comes true.
I should have known my life isn’t like those petty stories I have read on best-selling books or watched on those block-busting movies. My life isn’t like those. My life is a very sad, low rated and cheap book. Discarded and forgotten. That is what I’ll be.
My prince charming isn’t going to be him. It never was him to begin with. I didn’t believe that I was so naïve to see that. My Prince Charming isn’t going to be as charming as him. As rich as him. As influential as him. As powerful as him. As smart as him.
How did I even believe that when he fell for me it was going to be a happily ever after? Those don’t exist anymore. You never end up with someone in a lower class than you. He is rich. An heir to his father’s business empire, even. While me, I’m just a thorn in his bush. I am a scholarship honored student. I’m not as smart as him. I’m not as pretty as the girls in his class in society. I am plain. Very simple. The complete opposite of him.
I was finally out of the house. Then, I remember Oliver was my ride home. But I couldn’t tell them to cut their partying short and take me home. No. they deserve to party. Especially since they had to put up with me and my silly and stubborn attitude.
I pulled my wallet from my purse since Emma insisted me to wear a dress that she bought at the mall—and it doesn’t have pockets.
Thankfully I had some cash left saved up for a cab home.
I’m done. I need to let him go.
Leave my entire burden behind.
I’m going home.
It was never meant to be…
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