Up To You

07 - Misunderstandings

Devonne's POV

After school, I decided to tell Phil. Not before making dinner and being disgustingly sweet though.

"So, why did I deserve all this?" Phil asked that night.

We both were exhausted from the long day. We were cuddled up in the bed and could fall asleep any time.

I turned to him, scared of what his reaction might be. "I need to tell you something," I started. "You need to promise to not get mad, though." I said while perfectly knowing he'll get mad.

"What is it?" He furrowed his eyebrows. "I promise I won't stay mad, I guess." He said.

"First you need to know that I only remembered a few days ago. I would've told you earlier if I did know but I just remembered and the guilt has been eating me alive and-"

"You're worrying me, Devonne." Philip interrupted my rambling.

"Icheatedonyou." I quickly said.

His eyes widened and he sat up. "You what?!" He said loudly.

I sat up as well. "This summer, when we were fighting, I made out with someone in a club. I swear I only just remembered, I would've told you earlier but I didn't know." I wanted to hold his hand but he pulled away.

"Who? Do I know him? I'll fucking kill him!" He was yelling now.

At this point, I didn't know whether to tell him it was a girl or not.

"Answer me, Devonne." He spat.

"I-it was a girl.." I quietly said, causing him to get out of bed.

"Oh, fucking great, you cheated on me with a fucking girl. That's just great, amazing!" He threw his arms in the air as he yelled sarcastically. "Do I know her?"

"No," I lied. I was terrified. "she's a stranger."

"How could you not tell me, Devonne?"

"Phil, I-"

"No wait, other question; how could you?! I was fighting with you as well, but I didn't kiss another girl or fucking guy!" He yelled. "I'm sleeping in my own house tonight." He said before turning around.

How could you? Probably the most heartbreaking words. How could you? The disappointed look people give you as they spit those three words out. It's like pressing a knife in your heart.

"Phil," I got out of bed and ran after him. "please don't." I was crying. "You promised to not stay mad.." I trailed off. "I'm sorry, I-"

"And you promised to not cheat on me!" He spat. "With another girl, what are you bisexual now?" He turned around and stared at me. He answered the question when I didn't say anything but looked at my feet. "So you are? Fucking great. Any more secrets you'd like to spill?" He asked. "Don't call me, I need some time." He said before walking out of my apartment, not giving me time to answer.

I slid down my door and started crying. He fucking hates me, I thought. I messed up. I always fucking mess up.

Suddenly, my sadness turned into anger. I stood up and stomped to my bedroom. "Who fucking cares that I like boys and girls?!" I yelled as I slammed my door shut. I could practically feel the anger rising in me. "Fucking Philip! Fucking Selena!" I shouted by myself.

My phone ringed and I hoped it would be Phil, ready to come back. But I knew it wasn't. Selena's number appeared on the screen because I hadn't saved it.

Selena: Do you think I don't know who you are? Fuck off, leave me alone.

I groaned and threw my phone away. Not everything is my fucking fault. It's not like I fucking forced her to make out with me. I don't even know who kissed who first!