Swirl

10.1. To Be: Achim.

Hey y'all! Please note that this chapter and the two that follow will be point of view chapters written in the first person.

I hope you'll like them and better sympathize with our little triangle. Let me know what you think about them.

I slammed the door to my room so hard that the walls reverberated. I was beyond livid.

I plunged head first onto my bed, kicking and shoving away suitcases and clothes from the path to it. I released a deep suspire, and then another, and another, as I tried to calm down.

The amount of rage and hurt that was circulating in my bloodstream was unhealthy.

I mean, how could she? She completely disregarded my emotions. How could she disrespect me like that?

Not only was it disrespectful, it was downright embarrassing. She had me blowing up like a fool in front of the wrong people. Granted, I could have waited until later to talk about it, but something within the crevices of my being just felt so, - so helpless. And I couldn't just ignore the feeling. I've ignored more than enough over the span of my life. Its high time I started standing up for my beliefs and for my feelings. They matter, too.

Dragging my hands down my face out of frustration, I decided that I needed to sort through my emotions before I go on a rampage. I couldn't deal with this. It was an unknown type of pain.

This is the very reason why I avoided relationships like the plague. Ironically, I was in a relationship but I was having these sorts of problems with someone other than my girlfriend. Fucking swell.

I placed my forearm over my eyes to shield them from the blinding light that was pouring in through my bedroom window. I assumed that my mother had tried to check in on me at some point in the morning and decided to open my curtains. She'd never been a fan of my distaste of light or my 'vampire tendencies' as she likes to call them.

As much as I was upset, a nagging voice at the back of my mind reminded me that she was not mine in that way.

Yes, you'll want to tell me that she owes me no loyalty too, but the thing is, she kind of does.

She was meant to be mine for the day, remember? I meant what I said when I said that I wanted to properly court her and I assumed there would be no one else for her to entertain. Today was supposed to be about me.

One fucking day.

One. Not one fucking year, just a measly day.

I'd be out of her hair by tomorrow. If she was going to disregard my feelings eventually, the least she could have done for me was give me the chance to prove to her that I could be the type of man she needs.

I had what we were going to do all planned out, too.

There's a little creak behind our row of houses, a very intimate setting. I haven't been there in years. When I was younger, James and I as well as a whole bunch of other kids in the neighborhood used to go there on hot summer days, much like today, and take a swim. Some of the best memories of my entire childhood were made there.

I was going to pack us a picnic. Although, the more I thought about this plan, the more I realized she was probably not going to join me for a late afternoon swim if how she reacted to getting her hair wet in the shower earlier was any indication about her apprehension towards water.

Actually, this fact alone made me realize how little I know about her. What does she like to do for fun? Does she swim at all? Is it just her hair that she's fussy about?