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He saw my texts…
He’s choosing not to answer me.
I’m scrolling through the private group, that gained over a hundred new members this week alone, with a cringe when my phone buzzes with a new text.
My hopes crash and burn at the sender.
Dia.
Dia:WHAT THE FUCK? HAVE YOU SEEN THIS?
I notice she attached the URL to an Instagram post, and anxiety blankets me from head to toe. I’m convinced the picture on the other side is going to wreck me before I’ve even clicked the link. Emptying my lungs with one exhale, I tap the URL.
Then I die inside.
The link displays Brie’s new Instagram picture.
Xavier is there.
Sitting on Finn’s couch in a dark T-shirt, his muscled, bulging arms knotted around Brie’s waist. Dia said the gang was meeting up at Finn’s tonight, but she couldn’t make it. He’s painfully gorgeous. With his natural tan, light brown hair slicked back, his square, masculine jaw sharper than a knife. He’s like a beautiful dream I never saw coming.
But boy, did I notice when he left.
Brie is sitting on his lap in a white skirt and pink tube top, her arms wrapped around his neck as they lose themselves into a deep, passionate kiss.
They look so happy.
So… in love.
My gaze travels to the caption below Brie’s post, and my heart cracks open at the four little words on my screen.
“Back where he belongs.”
* * *
By the time Friday rolls around, I’m over it.
Over him.
Well… kind of.
Fine, I’m lying, but I didn’t lash out and burn down his house yet, so I’d say… all things considered… I’m doing fairly well. I spent all night after seeing Brie’s Instagram picture wallowing in bed, trying not to cry until I was in physical pain, but I didn’t text Xavier once.
Didn’t curse him out.
Didn’t tell him I never should’ve trusted him.
Don’t get me wrong, I want to.
I’ve been itching to call him a heartless monster, but confronting him would make me seem weak. Show him how much I cared. How much he hurt me. And I promised myself I’d never let myself be this vulnerable again after my dad. I’ve lived through a hell of a lot worse than the captain of the basketball team sleeping with me, then going back to his ex.
Who cares that he said he loved me in a scene worthy of a romance movie?
I’m okay.
Really.
I don’t care.
