My Summer Love Story | ✔️

ch. 16 ✰ Reeya, the violent eater

The message stares back at me with its haunting words registering in my mind. Then, I roll my eyes in annoyance as I toss my phone aside on the bed. It seems as if I just can't catch a fucking break from life! Here I was, going about with my day when all of a goddamn sudden—I get a text message from the devil herself!

I sit on my bed and frustratingly run my fingers through my hair. My phone stays lit on the side, with the text message Chelsea had sent me illuminated horrendously. Who the hell does she think she is, randomly texting me and acting as if she cares about me and my wellbeing? One of the reasons why I left that place was to avoid her and Nick!

Grumbling to myself, I aggressively grab my phone and furiously type into it as angry tears blur my vision.

Me: who tf do you think you ARE?? First, you sleep with my ex-boyfriend, and then you act as if nothing ever happened, begging for my forgiveness?? I'm sorry to break it to you honey, but I want NOTHING to do with you and your dumbass boyfriend. So... have a great life and don't ever text me ever again!!!

I brush my tears away swiftly with my hand as I sniff to myself. Then, I mutter incomprehensively and quickly delete the message. She doesn't even deserve my validation.

So, instead—I type this:

Me: no.

My thumb furiously presses against the send button, as the whoosh sound rings into my ears. There.

Then, I set my phone aside and grumble as I bury my face with my hands. Goodness gracious, I just cannot seem to catch a break these days.

After moments of pondering to myself, I look over at the time and see that it is 11:40am. I stand up from the bed and anxiously rub my hands along my arms. I can't waste time getting mad at someone who doesn't even deserve to receive any emotions from me in the first place. Not only did Nick betray me, but so did Chelsea, and I don't think I'll be able to forgive either one of them for what they did to me.

I snatch white shorts and a pink crop top from my suitcase and set it aside on the vanity in the bathroom. Then, I strip off my clothes and climb into the shower. The warm water patters against my back as I run my fingers along my neck, savoring the stress-relieving feeling I am enduring at the moment. Showers always help me collect my thoughts and calm me down, and I guess a nice, warm shower is what I needed to make myself feel somewhat better.

Few minutes later, I step out of the shower and wrap a white towel around my body. I take a deep breath and look at myself in the mirror, as a tired and weary-looking Indian woman stares back at me. My wet hair clings to my back as I brush it out with my fingers. Then, I wear my clothes once I dried myself off. After I apply makeup and am satisfied with how I look, I walk out of the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

I grab my phone and my wallet and step out of the room. A sense of relief washes over me as my eyes rake over the beautiful facilities of this gorgeous abode. The marble floor feels so delightful against my bare feet as a slight smile develops on my face. The unadorned, black marble walls reflect against the sunrays spilling into the windows, and I even hear birds chirping from the outside.

Once I admire Ayushi's villa for about the hundredth time, I decide to myself that I should probably go downstairs with the others. My stomach executes a loud ass whale call as I frown to myself, clutching it. Man, I am hungry as hell.

When I reach downstairs, I see that everyone is by the main area already. Heat creeps up to my cheek as Ayushi looks over at me. Once again, her and Manav don't seem to be speaking with each other because him and the rest of the boys are huddled on the other side, while Neha and Suhana are with Ayushi.