Last Kiss in Paris

Chapter 25 - It's Not You, It's Me

Suggested Song: i hate u i love u by gnash ft. Olivia O'Brien (no caps cos it's edgy)
I hate you, I love you
I hate that I love you
Don't want to but I can't put nobody else above you
I hate you, I love you
I hate that I want you
You want her, you need her
And I'll never be her

Yeah, all alone I watch you watch her
She is the only thing you ever see
How is it you never notice
That you are slowly killing me?

(I would put all the lyrics here but check it out for yourself :)
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The next morning, Amrisha opened the door to her new room to find Pierre standing right outside, his fist raised to knock. She inhaled sharply and froze in her tracks. It was only 7 in the morning, and Amrisha had hoped that she wouldn't have to see Pierre for at least an hour.

The previous night, Sophie, Saige, Reya, Amber had stayed up with Amrisha in their new room, playing badass breakup music, eating ice cream and ranting about Pierre and other jerk boys. Amrisha had probably cried more than ten times, but each time her friends were there to comfort her and make her laugh. Amber, a tall British girl from Amrisha's class, seemed to have a lot of knowledge on how to deal with cheating boys. At around 1am, Amrisha actually managed to drift off in a dreamless sleep. Pierre was no more than a player, a liar, and she had first hand experience with it now. She accepted it. Amrisha thought she was over it already.

It turns out she was wrong. All night, the girls had come up with several things Amrisha should say and do when she saw Pierre to make him regret what he had done, most of which involved kicking him in the groin to make him fall on his knees to confess his crimes and beg forgiveness. But at that moment, standing in front of Pierre again, all of that flew out of Amrisha's mind. Instead, she just stood there, gaping like a fish, willing herself not to break down in tears again. "Amrisha," Pierre began, looking uncomfortable.
"Who's at the door?" Sophie called, coming out of the bathroom. "Oh, it's you." She gave Pierre a withering look.
"Um Soph," Amrisha cut in, finding her voice. "C-could you give us a moment?"
"Alright," Sophie said sourly. "But hear this Pierre, nothing you say will get her back, nor any of our respect back. There's no excuse for what you've done."

Amrisha stepped outside her room and closed he door, avoiding eye contact with Pierre. She took a deep breath, and looked up at him, tears welling up in her eyes again. "Amrisha-" Pierre repeated, reaching his hand towards her but then stopping abruptly.
Amrisha suddenly placed both hands on Pierre's chest and pushed as hard as she could, but he barely budged. "I just want to know this," she swallowed an anguished sob, and took a rasping breath. "Were you cheating on me this entire time? No," she shook her head, trying to clear it. "You're gonna say you weren't because our relationship was never real was it? Was it really just a ruse, everything you did? Did you and your friends have a good laugh over it?"
It was agonising, watching Pierre's expression change and waiting anxiously for his reply. Deep down, Amrisha hoped he would outright deny everything. Instead, he hung his head a little, making her stomach drop even more.
"Amrisha," Pierre said slowly, raising his head so that he was staring into her eyes. "Let me explain. Just hear me out, ok? I broke up with Emanda months ago, but she- she kept on wanting to get back together on this trip. She was jealous of you. And what do you mean was our relationship a joke? Of course it wasn't!" Pierre looked genuinely horrified. "I'll admit, at first my friends were egging me on, saying I couldn't get ins with you because you've never had a boyfriend - well, none that they knew of. But the more time I spent with you, the more I felt like our relationship was genuine, so real. I told you how you are different from other girls, and every word of it is true." Pierre looked so sincere that Amrisha had to slap herself mentally multiple times to remind herself not to trust him.
"What about all this sneaking around with Emanda huh? Kissing her in bathrooms and all that texting? You clearly still have feelings for her!" Amrisha snapped.