“What?” he asks confused.
“STOP THE FUCKING CAR ANDREW! I don’t want to spend a minute more with you!” I scream, letting the anger totally win. I’ve been too sad already. He stops his car and I climb out.
“Angie please wait..
-No! I don’t want to. Do whatever the fuck you want. In anyway my opinion doesn’t matter to you. You don’t listen to me, to my feelings. I’m just your pet. You said it well earlier ‘the fun of my life’, like a dog. That’s all I am for you. You get your fun then you leave, and when you come back I should be all happy? But no! It’s not happening! I’m not happy! Not at all! But oh well, you don’t give a shit!”

I take my bags and walk off as fast as I can, as far from him as possible. Finally I may consider Japan.. But even there, maybe he would find me.

Arrived home, Alex isn’t there. Cool. I don’t really want her to see me cry again. I was getting better… I let my bags on the floor and curl up on the couch. I want to die. To disappear. But it’s not possible.
I let the tears run free.

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I wake up with a terrible headache. What time is it? I take my phone: 5PM.. And the text from Matt I didn’t reply to yet. Hell! What will I do with this guy? Be honest!
‘Angie: Hi! I’m sorry I didn’t reply earlier.’

He instantly reply and we chat for about 20 minutes. His name was Matthew Dylan O’Malley, 26, pharmacist. Born in England, London. He traveled to USA to meet me.. (At least for his career.)
I feel like he deserves to know about Andy. He’s been nice and honest with me, even saying when he first saw me his eyes stayed glued to my hips. Then said he’s been single for too long… Yes, I should be honest.

‘Angie: I need to be honest. As much as your eyes, face, shoulders beard made me melt. My heart is taken (by an asshole) but I can’t get rid of him. I want to be totally honest.’

My heart beats faster, there are lots of chances for him to just leave -no more ‘many children'- but lying is not okay! Even if we stay ‘just friend’.

‘Matt: We should talk about it face to face, you up? Tomorrow 1PM?’

I quickly agree then leave him to get ready for work. Even if I have problems I still need to work. So I take a quick shower and put on something comfortable. I drive to work, hoping that meeting Andy won’t make me too depressed to cook perfectly as usual..

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The night ends up right. I didn’t mess up with everything. At least I’m good at that. I quickly clean up my area and take off my apron, time to go home. I walk to my little car looking down. I feel empty. My life is a mess, but I keep going worse. Why can’t I just tell Andy to fuck himself and never hear from him again? I unlock my car and hear footsteps behind me. I sighed then looked back at a tall figure. Andy. Again.
“Angie..?” I looked at him, is he following me or something? Why isn’t he with Juliet?
“Did you tell him already?” I sigh and nod as he lays against my car
“I did tell him I am taken.
-So you won’t see him ever again right?” What should I say? Lie?

“Angie..? When are you supposed to see him again?
-Leave me alone! You don’t care about me, you don’t need to know who I see! I’m not your kid!” but I’m way less than a kid for him, I’m as important as a lego for him.. If you see what I mean!
“Angelique, I’m getting jealous and that’s not good for you..
-Are you threatening me?” the man chuckles to himself.
“No. You’re mine. I don’t want competition.” I feel like screaming again!
“What with the constant ‘you’re mine’? I’m in constant competition with your girlfriend and I know I don’t have a chance! Why don’t you leave me alone? You fucking know he doesn’t have a chance either because my stupid heart want you and only you!” I feel the tears building in my eyes.

But suddenly his lips are on mine. Kissing me too sweetly, better than this morning. Making me want more.. No! I shouldn’t! He’s poison!
“You want to go there?” he breaths out. I can’t help but nod. Even if I know what will happen next. And how I will feel afterward..

Notes

Not really in the mood for smut, sorry lil' pervs :P
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