Chapter 5
"She said that?" Lucy's baffled voice slices through the air. I wince in discomfort and nod my head, thinking over the cruel words Zoey said. I still can't believe that Derek would leave me for someone as shallow and heartless as her. Even so, I can't come close to believing that he stabbed me in the back by sharing his body with another female. My bruised heart hurts at the thought.
"Yes," I sigh heavily, anger coursing through my veins as I pick up a fluffy pink pillow from Lucy's perfectly prepared bed and smash my head into it, screaming as loud as my worn-out lungs will let me. "I can't stand watching her lip lock with my boyfriend. Who does she think she is? She sleeps with every guy on this planet, but the one she wants to commit to is happily taken?"
Lucy gives me a pointed, concerned expression while I groan in exasperation once more. "You mean ex-boyfriend?"
I force an uncomfortable smile so she won't see how much that label burns me more than just mentally. "Yeah ... definitely."
A silence fills the room as we both become lost in our thoughts, but soon Lucy's statement breaks the laconism. "We need to get her back. And Derek."
"Lucy, I've been trying to get back with Derek for the last month," I explain gently, hoping she'll understand how hard I've been trying to change Derek's mind and turn his eyes from Zoey back to me.
I've tried reaching out through text, but a couple of days after our breakup he blocked me on almost everything and he hasn't shown any interest since; not even a glance in my direction. I can't fathom how easy it was for him to shut me out, like someone flipped a switch inside of him or he developed amnesia overnight. Derek and I always talked through everything and he was never disrespectful to me; even if we argued he wouldn't avoid me like the plague. I almost refuse to believe there's not an understandable reason behind our breakup because nothing that Derek has done in the last month and a half has any relation to who he is as a person.
"No, that's not what I meant," she states irritatedly, sending an annoyed glance in my direction. I avoid my eyes from her heated gaze and clutch the pink pillow against my chest for comfort. "Don't you want revenge?"
My eyes drop to the pink carpet at Lucy's feet as I process her resentful words. "Yeah, but not on Derek. It's all Zoey's fault."
She scoffs bitterly and rolls her brown eyes, disbelief evident in her voice, "Amber, get real here. He lied to you repeatedly, cheated on you with a girl who's proven to have no morals, and had the nerve to have sex with you moments before breaking your heart. He's not a victim."
I desperately try to see the complicated situation through her eyes, coming from a concerned friend who only wants to help. It's a lot harder to do considering I'm still hopelessly in love with Derek and only see the good memories we shared, not the recent mess we've found ourselves in. "That's what you see. To me he's the guy that stole my heart-"
"See? He's a criminal!" Lucy exclaims, easily interrupting my flat voice. "Another reason to get back at the bastard."
"Lucy," I warn steadily, sending a steamy scowl of my own directly at her. I know deep inside she only wants to comfort me and help me over this despair like I had done for her when her ex-boyfriend shattered her heart. He broke up with her randomly in the middle of the school day through text and she still doesn't understand what went wrong or how he could have been so heartless and inconsiderate. It took her awhile to move on, but late night romance movies and loads of support food managed to get her through it.
Lucy stands from the black bean bag chair she rests in and marchs directly over to me, stomping her feet extra loud for dramatic effect before ripping the pillow from my grasp. Had this been done by anyone else other than my best friend, I would have been shocked and fearful.
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I'm a Crazy Ex-Girlfriend
HorrorAmber Parker never thought she'd have to live without the love of her life, Derek. So when he breaks her heart, she doesn't know what to do or how to cope. Since she can't live without him, she makes it her mission to get him back. And she'll do wha...