Chapter Title: Crashing The Break Up
I pushed my way into the crowd, eager to see what was so captivating. I expected maybe a sparring match—something physical—but nothing could have prepared me for what I actually found.
"What the hell?" I muttered under my breath, disbelief curling in my chest.
All this commotion... for a breakup? How utterly shameful for a place like this, a prestigious school.
But despite the shock, I couldn't tear my eyes away. There was something oddly compelling about watching this unravel—something about the raw emotion in the air that piqued my curiosity. I'd never witnessed a real heartbreak up close before. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to see how it all played out.
I stepped back for a moment, watching them, trying to figure out what was going on.
The girl stood rigid, her hands clenched in fists at her sides, her face flushed with emotion. The guy, on the other hand, wore an expression of quiet resignation, his eyes darting uncomfortably around as if searching for an escape. I couldn't make out their words over the murmurs of the crowd, but it was clear something intense was happening.
What kind of breakup needed this much attention?
I couldn't look away, the scene unfolding before me like a slow-motion train wreck. It wasn't just a breakup. It was drama. A spectacle. And I, along with the rest of the students around me, was drawn into it.
I forced my way forward, eager for a better view, but just as I neared the front, someone shoved me hard. Reflexively, I closed my eyes, expecting the cold concrete to meet me any second.
But I didn't fall. Instead, I felt warm arms catch me, pulling me upright with ease. My heart raced as I opened my eyes, only to find myself face to face with the very guy at the center of the scene—the one breaking up with her.
"Sorry... I-I didn't mean to..." My words stumbled over each other as I tried to steady myself, my face burning with embarrassment. This was the last thing I needed on my first day. Of all the things to happen, I couldn't believe I'd ended up in this mess. It was as if the universe was reminding me exactly why they say curiosity kills the cat.
"It's okay," he said softly, his hands steadying me as he helped me regain my balance. My heart was still racing, I was about to thank him when he did something unexpected, he slid his hand around my waist, me pulling me closer. When I tried to move he tightened his arm around my waist, pulling me even closer, it was a move too intimate for the situation. My breath caught, and I froze, my heart pounded in my chest, my eyes locked onto his in disbelief . This wasn't helping.
I felt a wave of confusion wash over me as I stood there , my body rigid in his grip.
His lips were moving but I couldn't make sense of the words.
The only thing I could focus on was the proximity of his breath, the warmth of of his hands, the feel of his fingers tightening around me. Before I could react, his lips crashed onto mine. My entire body went still, the world around me blurring as my mind screamed for me to pull away. What the hell was he doing? What the hell was happening?.
In a haze, I managed to blink, trying to clear my head. I could feel the tension, all around us thousand eyes burning into me, some curious, others angry.
And then, there was her— his ex. Her stare pierced through me like a blade, full of malice and fury. I couldn't almost see her imagining the violence she'd inflict on me of only given the chance.
The crowd around us murmuring in hushed tones, but I couldn't focus on anything but the kiss. My thoughts felt like they were scattered in the wind, too jumbled to make sense of.
He pulled away, his eyes softening as he smiled, but his words hit me like a slap. "I missed you, mon amor."
The words were laced smile that should have been endearing but instead it felt like a cruel joke. I wanted to shove hime away but I couldn't, my body was paralyzed the shock was too overwhelming.
Although I was overwhelm I could still hear in the back of my mind was the sound of his ex's voice cutting through the air like a razor.
"You have got to be kidding me," she sneered, her voice sharp with venom. "So this is your big move?Trying to make me leave with this? You should've picked a better slut to play this game, not some freak like her."
Her words sliced through me, sharper than I expected. And just like that something in side me snapped. I wasn't the one who asked for any of this– this humiliation, this mess . I hadn't chosen to be the pawn in their drama, and yet here I was, the target of her venom. She had the audacity to call me a slut?The rage inside me, at once ignited and her mocking tone just did it, fueling the fire inside me, a wave of heat surging through my veins and I clenched my fists, ready to lash out.
But before I could move, his hand gripped my wrist, his eyes locking with mine, forcing me to look at him. His face had shifted gone was the flirtatious facades, his previous attitude now replaced with something darker—something that sent a chill through me. And at that moment, I realized this was far from over.
Slm..