Stuck with a Punk ✔

No. 70.: Remembering

"Mason?" I ask just for clarification I heard this fucking bullshit right. She just peers at me like a terrified little doe, but I'm not having any of that. "Your ex Mason?" I put extra emphasis on the word 'ex' just to stress that he is not her Mason, but that he used to be her Mason.

"Yes, Nathan, my fiance. What other Mason is there?"

Literally any other Mason! Your high school schoolmate Mason, the guy that works at your favourite coffee shop Mason, the fucking receptionist at the dance school Mason, any fucking other Mason!

"What did he want?"

Nothing moves about her. Not her chest, not her eyes, not her hair that would fall from a distressed bun, nothing. It's like she has turned into stone with her eyes fixed on me. She's a lifeless statue you see at museums and everyone praises it. "Just... to talk. Nothing, really."

Oh, nothing, okay. Nothing to worry about then.

Does she think I'm fucking stupid?!

I laugh loudly when she says that partly from being fucking desperate and partly because I haven't heard such goddamn bullshit before. "So you two just chatted then?" She looks at me like I called her a disgusting slut, she is absolutely appalled at me, and it's fucking hilarious. If anyone has the right to be pissed about something, it's me! I have the right to be fucking pissed about her! "What did you tell him, then? What did he tell you? Did some chick leave him and now wants to get back in contact with you? And did you tell him how you had a dance performance? The trivia chat?"

"What is wrong with you?" She holds Devon's head like she's protecting him from me, which is ironic, since it looks like Devon is more protecting her than she is him.

"Then what did you talk about? Did you two gossip about family members maybe?"

"No, Nathan! Obviously not!" Annabelle snaps at me, looking even worse than before. I guess I should feel guilty about it, but I don't. The moment Mason calls, she forgets about everything else. Serves her right.

"Then why the fuck would you say you two just talked?"

Suddenly I become the bad guy in her eyes. I turned down what could've been sex of a fucking century so she would be happy, so she wouldn't be hurt, and I'm satan incarnate now. Fucking typical.

"Why are you being like this? I was trying to trust you with this, and you just lost your shit on me."

Because it's Mason! Your Hawaii fiance Mason! The man you cried about, and who made you cry yourself to sleep! But now that he appeared again, he's the fucking Messiah, the voice of the nation, the great chosen one that needs to be praised, and only you can do the good fucking job. That's why I'm being like this!

"Then what did you two talk about? It's a reasonable damn question to what you just told me."

The look she gives me... She despises me right now, it's pretty clear, but she knows that I'm right, which is a taste of victory for me. She can look or despise me any way she wants.

"He wants to meet up." By the look in her eyes and by the way she looks at me after she utters the words, I know immediately that it's only that she's realising that Mason really did call her. "Sometime this week."

I want to feel sorry for her because I know how that feels. I can still visually remember when Patty and I talked one on one for the first time after the breakup, and it sucked. It sucked so bad that even today when I'm perfectly happy that Patty and I didn't continue with our relationship, I can still remember how I tasted the bile on my tongue. But breakups are something we all go through. It's not nice, it's not fun; it's awful and it's traumatic. Patty and I were no exception, and neither is Annabelle. So no, I don't feel bad about her.