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The need to fight.

The need to go after her.

They’re all competing for attention inside me, searching for dominance. I whip and punch the tree trunk viciously. Repeatedly. For fifteen seconds I unleash blows without thought.

Left hook.

Right hook.

Left hook.

Right hook.

What have I done?

???

30.

Bellamy

“Bellamy! Bellamy, wait!”

I don’t stop. In fact, I increase my pace as I try to distance myself from Rhys. I’m walking as quickly as I can without looking like I’m physically running away.

I don’t want him to think I’m running away.

I’m angry, not hurt.

I have to save face. I'm not going to let him make me look like a fool.

I got played by a guy, who could have seen it coming?

Literally everyone. They warned you and you didn’t listen, you idiot.

I furiously wipe the tears off my face as they come out.

They’re tears of anger. Because his tone was frankly unacceptable. Not tears of hurt because he just took a power saw to my heart.

Nope.

They’re righteous tears, not naive ones.

Who am I kidding, I think Rhys can hear the sound of my heart bleeding from where he is.

I hear a car pull up right behind me.

“Bellamy, stop. Where are you going? Were you really hoping to outrun a car at that speed?”

“What do you want, Rhys? I’m tired.” I say, continuing to walk as the car coasts slowly alongside me.

“Look at me, please.”

I do. Phoenix is sitting next to him, driving the car. He gives me a chin tip when my eyes meet his.

Why couldn’t I like either one of them? They're just as good looking as Rogue, although no one has enigmatic eyes like his. Or such beautiful eyelashes and cheekbones.