The Way We Feel

Chapter 12

Hey I really like you, but that was never more than a friend. We both were never meant to work as a couple, I'm sorry.

Nope.

Thinking of a way to break up with someone is harder than I thought. I could use some advice from someone who has experience in that, such as Vicky, but I can't tell her about it right now. She'll ask me why and eventually I have to confess everything to her. Adrien and I are still a secret for now. There isn't anything going on, but I can't tell her that we're talking to each other again.

The door opens and Vicky stumbles inside, her way of showing that she's exhausted.

"What happened to you?"

"I'm exhausted. Having a boyfriend has its perks, but having to drive him around, because he doesn't have a car is freaking annoying. I had to work a ten hour shift and I had to make sure Pascal doesn't miss his soccer game."

"Okay, why do you sound like a mom?"

"Because men are basically like children." She says and sits down next to me, "Speaking of men, you won't believe what I've found."

"Now I'm eager." I say ironically and scoot closer.

"I was going through a magazine today at work out of boredom, this is from last week that I had somewhere in my bag. Basically, I go through the pages, open page fourteen and boom!"

"What am I looking at?" I say and take a closer look.

A man and a woman looking rather trusted with each other on a yacht. They've been photographed at an intimate moment, probably not aware that there was someone pointing a lens at them. I'm having a hard time identifying both, but after taking an even closer look, I recognize the very man, that is none other than Adrien.

"French Model Clara Émile cozying up to billionaire Bachelor Adrien Coste." Vicky reads out loud, seemingly surprised and shocked.

I only scoff.

"Not that you care anyway, you have Denis, but can you believe how he moved on with a model? Men are so, insensitive. He's obviously rubbing it in your face, after sending you those oh-so-sweet letters."

"I moved on Vicky. I know you didn't mean any harm, but I don't wanna see this."

"Sorry. I know you moved on, unlike me who still can't get over a breakup from high school."

"It's okay."

"Anyway, I'm making chicken soup, do you want some?"

"No thanks, I already ate something." She nods and goes to the kitchen, leaving the magazine on the table.

I stare at the open page and ask myself, if I should be okay with this.

He moved on, the way I did. Or at least tried. I on the other hand, never went back crawling to him after I couldn't find what I was looking for in someone else. He did. He came back crawling and never even mentioned seeing a model. I really don't care that he had something going on with another woman while we weren't seeing each other anymore, I just hate the fact that he never said anything. Why didn't he say anything in the letters, was she a sub or just a short term girlfriend? What was she?

Also I must acknowledge, that he lied to me, when he told me he wasn't into blondes. I mean, I should've known he wasn't being honest, considering the fact, that he used to date Georgette who has the lightest shade of blonde I've ever seen on a human.

Maybe he is after blondes after all. She's pretty, very pretty. Tall. A model. Successful. Everything I'm not.

I don't wanna be jealous, but I can't help myself. Especially when I know that Adrien could do so much better, but for some unknown reason he wants me. I'm not the most insecure person, but this is definitely eating me.