I couldn't believe my eyes am I really starting at him or was this all a figment of my imagination? This wouldn't be the first time I'd be imagining him in my head so I'm pretty sure this was just me being stupid and daydreaming. But it was d first time he felt so real, so I had to close my eyes, and as I closed my eyes and opened them back while pinching my self, I knew it wasn't a dream. I stared wide eyed at him as he walked into the dining room
Was I suppose to say hi, or wait for him to say hi first? I mean are we even meant to speak to each other? Wouldn't it be inevitable now that we live in the same house? Should his family know about us? Ohh I bet they would kick me out the second they find out about me from him because the version of the story they would be getting is that I'm a cheat who broke their brother AND sons heart, would I even get a chance to tell my own side of the story? Would he tell them about...
"Who is this?" he asked. My train of thoughts ended the second he spoke, nice manly voice I was so used to was icy, cold and lacked emotions. he started into my eyes with a look of indifference but stared at me for a bit longer than neccessary before shifting his gaze
If he spoke with nonchalance to get a reaction out of me then congratulations to him because it worked. His words shattered me into more pieces than what could possibly be imagined. I felt my heart sink and the pain I felt when he had asked me to leave that day, I felt it all over again.
How could he pretend as though he didn't know who I was. I know those were his last words to me but I did not expect him to act with such a nonchalant attitude towards me, he didn't even look shocked to see me or like he cared about my existence. I mean I can barely breathe and he doesn't even care about my existence at all
His mom sat beside him and introduced us. Like we where actual strangers who are just meeting for the first time
"Oh this is Ariana's old friend Skylar she would be staying with us for a while"
"Fine with me but... I don't need her around my personal space," he said as a maid dished out his breakfast and put it in front of him
Unable able to take the pain in my heart that just felt like I was being stabbed over and over again for a million times, I stood up and went to the kitchen to throw my food away and wash the plate
I didn't want to waste food nor did I like wasting food, but after the way I was just treated by someone I have loved my whole life I had lost my appetit.
I can't believe he acted that way towards me. I mean was I suppose to just pretend like I never knew him? Like I never loved him, can I even live here now? Would i be able to take the pain and heartbreak again from the very beginning? I mean I just met him again and I'm already hurting so much
I had too much on my mind from just that brief encounter, but I need to focus and find a way to live through this.. I need this house and the life it has to offer. As I absentmindedly finished washing my plate, I turned around to leave the kitchen, and the sight before me made me almost drop the plate
"oh my God" I shrieked lowly. Startled I moved back a little bumping my back on the sink and almost breaking the plate
Staring right at me with a furious glare was Jason. The nonchalant look I was sad about before was all I begged for in my mind right now as I stared into his angry eyes. if looks could kill, I would definitely be six foot under
"what the fuck are you doing here?" he said with a hushed voice that did no help hiding his anger or calming my nerves
"I...I... didn't know you where related to um... Ariana, we had a... I had a little situation and she offered to let me stay till I sort myself out
"ok I don't give a fuck! get the hell out of my house"
" you said you didn't mind if I stayed"
"Well I do, I don't want a good for nothing whore in my home, and I'm pretty sure my family doesn't need a harlot in their home either. What are you going to do next? Seduce my dad and betray the woman in the dinning that has nothing but good words to say about you?" Without being able to control my actions I slapped him
I kind of expected harsh words for him but I never expected him to call me a harlot and home wrecker. I had slapped him but I felt like I was the person slapped. When he looked at me again he had an angry look that seemed to be something imprinted on his face if I wasn't so angry I would have smiled at how cute he looked being angry for so long
"Get out! I don't want to see you here when I get back. I'm gonna be leaving my home and by the time I get back to my home I want no trace of you left here" he said making emphasis on the word home
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