Imaginary Boyfriend

Chapter 34:

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Chapter 34

         He silenced my ramble with a kiss.

         I just I should've seen that coming.

         Shock froze my muscles, causing me to stand stock-still while Rhys tried to force a response out of my lips. While his eyes remained closed as he presumably tried to lose himself in the kiss, mine were wide open. I probably had about another three seconds to decide if I was going to kiss him back before he pulled away.

         One.

         Okay, let's think of the pros. He's great with kids, he practically worships the ground I walk on and he's fun to talk to.

         Two.

         The cons. He's not Sam. He's not Sam. He's not Sam.

         Three.

         He's pulling away! Think, think, think! To kiss or not to kiss? 

         His lips left mine. I could have made a grab for him and yanked his face down back to mine but I just couldn't force my arms to do it. 

         I wanted that beautiful man who dumped me just a few minutes ago, the one with the wild brown curls and dark yet vibrant eyes. I wanted Sam. 

         But he didn't want me.

         The feeling of rejection dawned upon me and suddenly I wanted to cry.

         “I’m so sorry, Katrina.”

         At the mention of my name, I suddenly remembered Rhys was standing right in front of me.

         "I'm sorry," he repeated in a whisper. "I thought you wanted me to... I guess I misread the signals."

         I swallowed the lump in my throat, thinking how awkward this conversation was. “It’s… alright. I think I should go, though.”

         “Wait,” he said, grabbing my arm as I turned to go. “Where are you going?”

         “Anywhere but here,” I responded, yanking my arm out of his grip. He called after me and even ran, but I just ignored him to the point where he probably doubted his existence.

         I wasn’t even bothered about the kiss. Deep down I knew he would try something at some point. He still loved me, even though I had rejected him countless times. No, my mind was on Sam. Always Sam. It was no wonder I always rejected Rhys – I was too obsessed with Sam. He was the only person I could imagine marrying, having children and growing old with.

         I sighed. I was deeply in love and I didn’t know how to stop. I didn’t want to stop.

         Later that day, after ditching the last half of school (because I just really wasn’t in the mood for a class of snotty bratty kids), I made my way back to the apartment. The probability that Sam was going to be there was high but I had to face him sometime.

         Bracing myself for the worst, I pushed the door open.

         The living room was empty. Confused, I checked the kitchen. Then both our bedrooms. He was nowhere to be seen but what was worse was his stuff was missing too.

         "No, no, no..." I muttered under my breath, searching the wardrobes, the cupboards, everywhere. It will all gone. 

         I leaned against the wall and slowly slid to the floor. Tears slid down my cheeks. He moved out and he took everything with him. Even his Doctor Who underwear.

         I couldn't bear to be alone, so I forced myself to get up and go to Sarah's. Out of everybody, she would be able to understand the most. Without even bothering to fix my smeared make-up or tangled hair, I walked to her apartment and knocked on the door.

         The door swung open and Sarah's face greeted me. Once she realised who it was, her smile dropped and I had the worse case of deja vu. 

         "Kat! I... It's not really a good time," she stuttered.

         I knew who the voice belonged to before a word was even uttered. The situation was just so similiar to the time I found out Sam and Sarah were dating. 

         "Who is it, Saz?"

         I left before I could see his face. 

         "Katrina, wait! It's not what it looks like!" Sarah called after me. I could hear her footsteps getting nearer so I turned around to glare at her.

         "Really?" I shot back. "So explain to me why, as soon as we broke up, you got him to move out and live with you instead! You saw an opportunity to screw me over and you took it. I really thought we were friends. Guess I was wrong."

         "No, it wasn't like that," she said desperately. "I was convincing him to go back to you! He already moved out and I-"

         "Spare me," I scoffed and strode away from her. 

         Jealousy overtook me that night because I went straight to Rhys' after seeing Sam and Sarah.

         I was a horrible person for what I was about to do. Horrible, horrible, horrible. I wished I never did it, but I did. I looked up into those dull blue eyes and pretended they were chocolate brown, the same shade as Sam's. I pretended that Rhys' boring flat hair was a mass of dark curls.

         And then I said, "You didn't misread anything." 

         The smile that split across his face made me feel even worse, but I was still angry at Sam. I wanted him to hurt like I was hurting. 

         "Really?" he breathed, looking like he couldn't believe what he was hearing. 

         "Really," I responded with a fake smile.

         He stared at me in wonder. It seemed like he just couldn't find the right words to say, so instead he swooped down for another kiss. This time, I kissed him back.

         And I hated every second of it.