Convicted

Chapter 8: A Lie

It's been really long since the last update but here you go........have been really busy with life stuff ;x im sorrwie :(
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"I'll call you." Michael mimicked Austin, giving a disgusted face. He then continued on, "sooooo, I was right about you being into police fantasy shit."

I rolled my eyes at him and began packing my stuff.

"What do you want?" I asked, I was annoyed at how he treated Austin even though I have already told him who he was.

"Olivia just moved and she's having a housewarming party." He started, taking his phone out of his pocket, then continued on, "9.30pm today," he read out from his phone, swiping it.

"So?" I questioned, crossing my arms. Is Michael seriously asking me to go for Olivia's party? Especially after what happened during filming today?

"I want you to be there." He returned smoothly, giving a cheeky grin.

"Well sorry Michael," I said sarcastically, "I have a date with Austin." I lied, hoping he would get off my back. Truth to be told, I knew that I had to be there for the party as one of the major sponsers of  "Convicted" is going to attend.

I had to attend just for show.

A flash of annoyance was evident in Michael's eyes as I finished my words, he blew air out of his mouth in frustration. He stepped closer to me and I backed away from him. I stopped when I felt my legs hit the office desk in the room. He placed both of his hands on the desk, trapping me from moving. I felt my knees weak from being so close to his touch and my heart felt like it was going to leap out of my body at any given moment. I raised my head in attempt to stand firm and act like I wasn't afraid of him but my breath caught when I saw the dark look in his eyes.

He was angry.

I was perplexed by his sudden change of behaviour. Why was he so bothered?

"Why are you hanging with that police boy-toy?" He asked frostily.

"Why can't I? I'm allowed to have my own private life! What the heck is your problem?" I yelled at him, completely baffled at the fact that he thinks that he could control me.

We aren't even together.

He gave a grimace of pain at my words before lowly growling out, "you can't...because you are mine."

He turned on his heel and left the room the room. Leaving me alone in the room, with an atmosphere of exasperation lingering in the air. I watched as his back moved further and further away from me. I stood there thinking about what he just said, repeating it over and over again.

"because you are mine."

"because you are mine."

"because you are mine."

Was there actually a chance? A chance that we could be together? The silence in the room seemed loud enough to swallow my thoughts whole.

9.15pm rolled in faster than I expected, and I walked over to Olivia's new place. She lived thirty minutes away from me and although it was night time and my whole mental being was weary, I felt like I needed the exercise.

To clear all my thoughts.

I clutched my purse and the gold glitter gift wrapped box close to me. I got Olivia a last minute housewarming gift, as much as I hated her, I didn't want to be a bad guest.

 I stood infront of her house gate, wincing at the loud music blaring from her house. Neon lights were set as decorations around the frame of the main door. A steel swing sat on the porch of her house. Despite her character, I would have expected her to get a house that was more eye-catching and attention-seeking, however, I was taken aback by the modest three-storey house that stood upon me.

I pushed the gate open and slowly made my to the front door, dreading what was going to happen.

Pushing the doorbell, the door swung open immediately and I was greeted by Olivia's face. She blinked in surprise, her mouth opening but no words came out.

"Hello." I said timidly, giving her a small wave. "Just wanted to pass by, you have a nice house." I complimented her, cringing at how awkward I sounded.

A sly smile lit the corners of her mouth. She stepped aside and gestured for me to come in.

"It''s great to have you here! Come in!" She said alittle too enthusiastically. Looking past my shoulder, I noticed how crowded the house was.

I was having second thoughts about going in.

As if sensing my discomfort, Olivia gripped my arm tightly and pulled me in, shutting the door behind me.

"Hey! Chill-lax sis! We've got all night to party!" She hooted, pulling along with her, pushing past the crowd to the living room.

I flinched under her grasp, completely disliking the fact that she was grabbing so tightly onto me. All these things were like red flags shooting up and I felt like I needed to leave immediately. What was she planning to do to me?

She let go of me when we reached the living room, I decided to pass her the housewarming gift.

"Um..I got this for you." I handed it over the box to her, she took it from me and tossed it over to the pile of gifts at one corner.

"Thanks." She muttered, smiling. The smile didn't reach her eyes.

"How 'bout you get something to drink, Cecilia?"  She suggested, dragging out my name.

I nodded and headed over to the kitchen before bumping into a tall figure.

"Cecil?

"Oh hi." I said, trying to sound casual, looking up and noticing that I bumped into Michael. I couldn't face him anymore without feeling anxious after what happened just hours before. There was so many questions that I wanted to ask him, knowing him, he would probably just jump around the topic and go back to teasing me.

"About this afternoon, I'm sorry." Michael apologised, his face clouded with regret. He cleared his throat in the uncomfortable silence afterwards, as I just stood there, not sure what to tell him.

What would he wanted me to say? It's okay? No, it's fine? Clearly it wasn't. I don't know why I was putting myself through this torture.

"Don't fret about it. I-" I was interrupted by Jenny clinging herself onto Michael from behind.

"Michael babyyyy, who are you talking to?" Jenny whined, pouting her lips at Michael.

Michael turned pale and stepped away from Jenny. I was livid. He looked so ashamed of himself.

A wave of jealousy overwhelmed me and tugged at my gut. He could have gone out with some other girl, but of all girls why Jenny? He knew how much I hated her.

"What. Is. Your. Relationship. With. Her. Now?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"We're dating, crazyy girl!" Jenny chirped, she arched an eyebrow as if challenging me to do something.

 "I can't believe this, Michael." I shook my head. I turned and pushed my way out of the crowd.

Out of this damn wretched place.

I could hear him calling for me. I hated it. I hated the effect he had over me. I hated the fact that I couldn't move on to some other guy because he was always there. In the back of my mind. Anything would remind me of him. Suppressing my feelings for him didn't do me any good. It just ate away at my heart, slowly consuming me to the point where I didn't recognise myself anymore.

After what he said to me in the evening, I thought we had something.

Turned out to some fucking lie.

Reaching the door, I could feel my tears take over me, my body shaking as I struggled with the door handle, my vision blurry as I forced myself to focus. I slammed the door behind me.

I was supposed to angry at him, to be over him but all I felt was a heavy feeling in my chest and it wouldn't go away.

What scared me the most was the fact that I still wanted him.