The One That Got Away (GIRLXGIRL)

Chapter Five

Jaycey's POV

Hurt.

All it took to know how mixed up my feelings are is the huge sore lump that I failed to swallow down my throat for the past two weeks. All it took was the twist in my stomach that couldn't untwist because every single minute my mind replayed the moment I saw their tongues making love, their moans intensifying, my vagina suddenly becoming dripping wet and her not paying any particular attention to my burning need.

Hurt.

Surprisingly, I felt betrayed. I felt betrayed by a lesbian goddess who had sex with her girlfriend on the damn couch whilst I was across the room, hearing their groans and moans and feeling hot tears threaten to spill from my eyes. I felt betrayed and it was all shades of wrong. Why did I care? Why did it hurt so much? Why was I so pained when for a start, I was a straight girl who'd never, not even once in her life considered to view another woman in a sexual manner.

And to top it all up, I missed her. I missed the warmth of her brown eyes and her breathtakingly charming smile. I felt empty and even Maggie couldn't afford to fill up the void by throwing around her crazy jokes. I missed Belle and I cringed at the sound replay of her girlfriend moaning out in pure ecstasy, louder with every second an arrow was shot through my heart (not by cupid but by some evil demon that surely wanted me to die from unbearable pain).

I heavily sighed, taking off my work uniform. Lazily, I put on a black lace
crop top, high waisted short jeans and white ankle cover converse shoes topping up the look with a denim jacket. Maggie had called in sick this morning so she hadn't come to work. I groaned thinking of how horrible the day had been. All I wanted was to go home and just watch some Netflix sad cliché romantic comedies whilst trying so hard not to think about Belle. I stacked my stuff away and went out the diner. The fresh breeze kissed my cheeks and enveloped me with calmness.

"Jaycey."

I stopped, searching for the owner of the voice whom I knew very well. My eyes fell on her after two weeks of not seeing her handsome face. She had on her charming smile, her eyes were beaming and I couldn't help but melt the moment she stepped away from her car and approached me.

"Hey," I replied nonchalantly, suddenly remembering the last time I had seen her. My heart instantly fell at the thought.

"I was waiting for you. Took you forever to come out," she chuckled.

"I was busy."

"Well, can I walk you home?"

"Nope," I deadpanned, popping the p.

She looked at me with an amused expression then awarded me with her beautiful smile. I walked away from her, heading home. At first she didn't follow me but after a couple of seconds she was already walking right beside me. Like the walk before, we were both quiet, the only difference being that this quiet was awkward. I would look at her, noticing how she almost looked nervous and how she seemed to be clouded with thoughts. I wondered if maybe she was thinking of Samantha or if she was thinking of how she was here with me and I was giving her an attitude when she could easily be fucking her girlfriend and having a hell of a good time. Why was I even thinking of that? Was it a good idea for me to want to tell her how much I had missed her and how weird I thought it was?

"You seem to have a lot on your mind," I half-whispered. She slightly turned her head to look at me.

"I do actually."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"It's just that I've been feeling very bad for what I did to someone."

I stopped infront of my apartment, facing her and giving her a look that told her to continue speaking.