" So, Listen here, Samuel. What do you say? I obsess over you. Seriously. Can't you find a better word to insult my love? I know I proposed to you. But Can you remember when? That's fucking four years ago, You bastard. That too when I don't know about your Amelia. Ok?"
Then I moved from him and kept a safe distance between us. I brought my two hands in a clasp in front of him.
" I am sorry, Okay. I.AM.FUCKING.SORRY." I begged him shaking my hands showing my desperateness.
"I don't know you already love a girl. I don't know you were childhood sweethearts. I was just honest about my feelings. But what did you do that time? When I confessed my feelings. You insulted me. You called me names. You just assumed that I already knew about your Amelia." I pointed my fingers shoving in his chest accusing him. Not just accusing, It's the truth.
" What? You don't know. I just thought..... I don't know." He lowered his head in shame.
"Exactly. You don't know me. I don't expect to. But one can do one fucking thing when we don't know about someone. Do you know what?" I asked him raising my voice.
He raised his head at my question looking into my eyes guiltily.
" They should keep their mouth shut instead of acting like an idiot," I shouted at him.
" So, Listen here, Samuel. What did you say? I obsess over you. Seriously. Can't you find a better word to insult my love? I know I proposed to you. But Can you remember when? That's fucking four years ago, You bastard. That too when I don't know about your Amelia. Ok?"
Then I moved from him and kept a safe distance between us. I brought my two hands in a clasp in front of him.
" I am sorry, Okay. I.AM.FUCKING.SORRY." I begged him shaking my hands showing my desperateness.
"I don't know you already love a girl. I don't know you were childhood sweethearts. I was just honest about my feelings. But what did you do that time? When I confessed my feelings. You insulted me. You called me names. You just assumed that I already knew about your Amelia." I pointed my fingers shoving in his chest accusing him. Not just accusing, It's the truth.
" What? You don't know. I just thought..... I don't know." He lowered his head in shame.
"Exactly. You don't know me. I don't expect to. But one can do one fucking thing when we don't know about someone. Do you know what?" I asked him raising my voice.
He raised his head at my question looking into my eyes guiltily.
" They should keep their mouth shut instead of acting like an idiot," I shouted at him.
"Please, Samuel, Can you make me aware of the time when I even came in front of you let alone interact with you after my proposal? I am not a desperate bitch, Samuel. I have a lot of self-respect and tons of ego to care for and protect. I haven't for once talk to your Amelia. I haven't disturbed you after that. I am not even in your life now or never. Do you understand that?" I asked him raising my eyebrows. He just looked at me desperate for a chance to apologize. But, I am not ready to give him that chance, not yet.
"And, Mr.Samuel Foster, In conclusion, let me announce a thing for the first and last time for you. I dictate and quote
I, CALLA MASON, YESTERDAY, TODAY, OR TOMORROW WILL NEVER ASK YOU TO RECIPROCATE YOUR FEELINGS AND I DON'T EVEN NEED IT." I quoted it with my hands.
He looked more shocked by my confession. I smirked inwardly at destroying his dream of me egging him for his love. What does he think, I Prefer to live single to beg him for being his mistress.
I turned around after slapping him with my words. Before I could walk away, I looked over my shoulders at his face which seemed to be still in shock and surprise.
"And Samuel, I do look at my face in the mirror every day. I look like a queen. For my clothes, background, and my body shape, " I paused dramatically pretending to think of an appropriate word. I pouted cutely before slaying him.
" HONESTLY, JUST... FUCK OFF!" I completed, before noticing his expression, I walked like a queen, head held high and a chest full of pride and pain. Pride for standing up for myself. Pain for hurting my Ame in the process.
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" Oh! Come on, Cal. Tell me. What did you two talk about?" Emily asked keeping both her hands in her lap, Eyes widened, her gossip mode activated.
Currently, We are in our dorm, the sky threatening to become dark soon.
"Nothing, Emily." I sighed not imaging myself talking about this without breaking down yet.
"So, You won't tell your best friend, Right?" His infamous guilt-tripping weapon began to appear.
"Please, Emily. Understand me. I am incapable of having a civil conversation about it now. Give me some time to gather myself, First. I will explain later. Can you do that for me?" I asked her pleading with my eyes to spare me just this once.
She nodded reluctantly.
We went to sleep without uttering any words. The surroundings are awfully quiet. But, that's what I want now.
While laying on my bed, I glanced at Emily to confirm that She is asleep. When I am sure, I let my tears fall without any restrictions. I tried my best not to make any noise that may wake her. I don't want anyone to see me like this. When I let out an uncontrollable loud so, I immediately turned towards Emily to find out that she lightly stirred due to the noise. I heaved a relief of air and decided that this will not do for now.
After all that, I deserve at least to cry without any worries.
I raised from the bed throwing my quilt aside and tiptoed carefully determined to leave this room without a sound.
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