Does Mr Right Exist

Chapter_Seven: Pancakes and Tours

Andres POV

I couldn't sleep the previous night, the only thing I could think of was my history and Emily. I was scared of getting hurt. I didn't want to go through all that again, I mean I trusted the girl, I loved her but I'm thankful I learnt that not everything you loves has the heart to love you back. It was all a matter of accepting not everything went your way and some situations you couldn't change. I was long over Anne but the thought of her made me hurt so much.

You know that feeling you get when you touch something that electrocutes you when you don't expect it and then its as though someone spilt a pot of boiling water on your spine and you don't feel the pain as if you've zoned out and you're in your own little world then finally after a few seconds you feel the burning and the rush on your back? And you're fighting so hard to go back to your zone but your body just wont let you so you feel stuck in a place you don't want to be, not only physically but mentally too? You want to scream, you want to cry you want to shout and better just yet do it all at the same time but something strong is pulling you back like there's an invisible force telling you to be still and you feel as though your whole body is in the next world and you looking at a mirror because you just really fail to believe its you going through all that? Yeah then if you have you'd know that's how I felt when I saw Anne on that bed and having sex with the guy I thought was my best friend.

My heart fell to my stomach as cliché as it may sound my whole world crumbled before my eyes.

I watched them for a whole five minutes as they had sex and for the first time in six years I cried too shocked for words the only thing I did was turn around and run, run fast and I did.

I heard Anne shout my name but I never stopped instead I kept running pushing everyone in my way and finally I got outside. I didn't care to tell Mark I was leaving and why but I left, I had to and I did. I couldn't rid my mind off what I'd seen so I took my brothers car and I drove to a bar and drank vodka hoping I'd forget or better yet wake up and see that it was all just a bad dream but I was no five years old so I knew too well this is life.

Now I could say I'd turned back at the door of an Angel.

I was so stupid for thinking she was a saint yet she was nothing but a slut. I'd wasted precious months with her and Lucas ,I thought he was my best friend yet it was all in my head just a thread I never saw. God did I hate myself at that moment and to think I thought I'd spend the rest of my life with her now seemed so idealistically gloomy and I had to ask myself had they been dating for months and I just didn't know and maybe it wasn't the first time they did it.

For the whole week I wasn't responding to any of Anne's messages, I didn't even go to school for the whole week and I really didn't want to talk to her.  It was over between me and her and she had to accept that I wasn't willing to compromise, yet again I had so many questions to ask her and mostly I wanted to know how we even got where we were but I was stubborn and driven by anger and honestly I was in too deep and there was no turning back now I had to move on and think of her as a lesson.

I told myself as a way of consolation.

Realising I wasn't talking to her she left me a note that broke the last bits of my heart. She left and she was pregnant, freaking pregnant with Lucas's child and too bad he wasn't willing to take responsibility, that Bustard and from that very moment I saw them on that bed our friendship ended and I didn't want one built of betrayal anyway.

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I woke up and rushed to my bathroom I quickly took a shower and changed into grey shorts, white long socks, a white T-shirt and blue vans.