Ruled, ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴋᴀᴠɪɴsᴋʏ

confrontation

''What are you doing here, Jones?'' The fuming tea in my hands swirls inside its plastic cup as I swerve past Leo, who's reclined against his parked motorbike with a witfull smirk plastered upon his features. ''Your department is all the way on the other side of campus.''

''You and my cousin....'' He begins behind me, making me stop in my tracks and take the biggest gulp of air, searching within it for the patience to engage on the conversation at bay.

''Yeah? What about it?'' I ask turning to face him with the speed of a thousand tornadoes, motivated by the smoldering fires of hatred that ascended towards my chest at the reminder of Alec and how his betrayal ripped me apart and made me feel like I'm worth less than nothing.

''Nothing. I just wanted to see how you're doing.'' He smiles softly, jogging briefly to reach me at the first step of the auditorium stairs. ''You sounded pretty shaken up on Tuesday.''

Tuesday

''Where's Alec?'' I ask, walking inside with the speed of a bullet, completely confusing the mind out of Leo, who I almost knocked off his feet.

''Here?'' Alec answers hesitantly to my tone. The moment he turns the corner from the kitchen and into the foyer is the moment my anger peaks.

But anger is an understatement by now, I crossed the line that separates it from pure hatred ten minutes ago when I exited the coffee shop and parted ways with Peter.

Looking at Alec's face no longer brings me happiness or the sensation of peace or stability, instead his face and just his presence disgusts me and erases all sympathy and empathy from my abilities as well as it clouds my thinking with a veil of hatred.

Knowing of Alec's betrayal has ripped me apart so much to the point I overcame the excruciating sadness and jumped straight to feeling outraged. For months, he stole my free will, manipulated me and diminished me into the mere prize he'd stop at nothing to gain, and yet the worst part of it all is that he's made me feel like I'm less than worthy.

''You're such a fucking piece of shit.'' I shout at him, finger against his chest, my teeth ceased and jaw aching.

''What?'' He furrows his eyebrows like he's innocent, which motivates me to punch his chest. ''I know what you did.''

''Stop!'' He pleads lowly and grabs both my pulses in a failed attempt to calm me down. ''What is going on?''

''Don't fucking touch me.'' I shout freeing myself from his reins, my chest heaving up and down completely out of my jurisdiction. ''Why did you do it Alec?'' My voice cracks at the same time I feel my nose become clogged.I know that crying is imminent for I'm far to irritated and angry not to, but it sure won't happen under his sight.

''Let's go upstairs.'' He whispers.

''I won't go anywhere, I won't even stay long.'' I shake my head. ''I just want to know why.'' I know why.

''Everyone out!'' He shouts to his frat brothers, that had gathered around and were visibly amused by the whole scenario. ''Out!'' Now they seem extremely bummed to disperse. ''What are you talking about?'' He asks calmly.

''Oh cut it out!'' I plea angrily. ''I talked to Peter and he told me all about your little plan.'' Alec snorts, which is not at all the reaction I expected to be greeted with.

''Rita come on, don't be naive. You seriously believe a word he says?''

''Yes!'' Alec freezes at my exclamation, his face goes blank, much like he's seen a ghost.

''Even after what he's done to you?'' He mumbles lowly.

''I know when Peter is lying and he does this little furrowing on his nose and he doesn't look you in the eyes-'' I shake my head, trying to forget about Peter and how much of him I still know. ''Anyway, he has never been more honest with me and trust me I wish he was nothing but a lying piece of shit. Instead you are!'' Alec tries to step closer to me but it's useless, I don't want him any near me.