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But Tresa, bless her delusional heart, didn't see the monster beneath the mask. She saw the prince, the knight in shining leather jacket, and I, for one, wasn't about to shatter that illusion. Let her live in her fantasy, her twisted fairytale. It was easier that way, for both of us.
So, I stood there, a storm cloud hovering over her fragile hope, and with a smirk that was equal parts amusement and disdain, I watched her crumble. Tresa, the queen bee, reduced to a whimpering puppy begging for scraps of affection. It was pathetic, almost… endearing.
But I knew better. This was a game, a dance on the edge of madness, and I, the master puppeteer, held all the strings. And for now, letting her play out her delusions was the most fun I could have.
Because after all, who doesn't enjoy a little chaos in their kingdom? And Tresa, bless her deluded heart, was the perfect storm in my carefully constructed world.
But Tresa takes the cake. She's on a whole other level of delusional. I mean, come on, we only dated for shits and giggles, just to get closer to her best friend, Skye. I made it crystal clear from the start that I didn't have any real feelings for her. My actions and my toxic personality screamed it loud and clear. But did she listen? No. She decided to stick around because being associated with me somehow boosted her pathetic social media following. She owes her so-called "queen bee fame" to me, and she damn well knows it.
If I were to cut ties with her, which I've been dying to do for ages, her little career would definitely take a nosedive. And I know she'll do anything, absolutely anything, just to keep a hold on me. It's disgusting how she clings to me like some lost puppy, desperate for my attention.
"Don't say that!" Tresa's voice was like nails on a chalkboard, grating on my very last nerve. "We're still a couple," she insisted, her delusions reaching new heights. But I wasn't about to let her pull me into her delusional fantasy world. It was time to set things straight.
"Should I remind you again that we're history?" I sneered, the words dripping with venom. Tresa's insistence on resuscitating this dead relationship was starting to grate on me like a rusty cheese grater on my molars.
"We broke up, I know," she insisted, her voice clinging to a pathetic hope. "But couples go through rough patches, Dax. We can work through this, make it stronger."
I scoffed, a harsh bark that echoed through the hallway. "Stronger? Please, spare me the Hallmark movie script."
"It's true! Working through problems together builds resilience, makes our bond unbreakable," she pressed on, her eyes shimmering with a delusional fervor.
"And what happens when we're not together, huh?" I challenged, my voice an icy blade slicing through her delusions. "What do we call that state of disunion, Tresa?"
Her lips trembled, the mask of confidence slipping. "We can't be apart," she whimpered, her voice cracking under the pressure.
"Face it," I snapped, my patience wearing thin. "We're not dating. We're not a couple. We were a fling, a convenient distraction for both of us."
"Don't say that, Dax!" she pleaded, her voice thick with hurt. "I poured my heart and soul into us. You can't just throw it all away like a crumpled tissue."
"There was nothing to throw away," I confessed, my voice devoid of remorse. "It was never serious, Tresa. Purely transactional, you know that."
"But I still love you, Dax," she declared, her voice a desperate cry in the echoing hallway.
"Fine," I conceded, leaning in with a smirk that was as sharp as my tongue. "Let's be blunt. I don't love you, and I never did. Not even a flicker, not even when I first laid eyes on your carefully curated persona."
Her eyes widened, the vulnerability behind them a fleeting glimpse of the fragile girl beneath the layers of makeup and manufactured confidence. It almost sparked a flicker of regret, but I quickly snuffed it out. This was a game of dominance, and I was the undisputed champion.
"Don't believe me? Ask Skye," I sneered, relishing the way her face contorted in disbelief. "She'll set the record straight. I've never had an ounce of affection for you, Tresa. Not even when it was convenient."
"What does Skye have to do with this?" she spat, her voice regaining its edge, a desperate attempt to reclaim control.
I grinned, the cruel truth poised on my tongue like a venomous serpent. "You know damn well what she has to do with it," I purred, watching the color drain from her face. "And the look on her face when I mentioned your name? That, my dear Tresa, was the only confirmation you'll ever need."
Tresa's cheerful demeanor seemed to have disappeared, leaving a trail of uncertainty and unrest in its wake. It's becoming apparent to me that her friendship with Skye is heading down a rocky path rather than blossoming into something beautiful. Though it was a part of my plan all along, I never intended to hurt Skye or expose Tresa's facade of friendship. My goal was simply to make Skye aware of Tresa's true nature, and I thought that sharing a brief, intimate kiss would do just that. I hoped this revelation would ignite a spark of anger within Tresa, prompting her to distance herself from Skye.
But Skye isn't the kind of person to let a friendship slip away so easily. Though her trusting and innocent nature can be frustrating at times, it's also part of what draws me to her.
Truth be told, Skye is a genuinely good friend to Tresa, but she remains blissfully unaware of Tresa's deceit. To open her eyes to the truth, I felt compelled to share that kiss as a sort of undeniable evidence of Tresa's obsession.
I hoped this act would finally make Skye take the situation seriously.
However, there was another reason why I kissed her - a reason that some may perceive as selfish. In that vulnerable moment, I bared a part of myself that I had never shared with anyone before. And when our lips met, it felt like pure magic.
Knowing that Skye tends to be somewhat of a loner, I worry that Tresa's absence will only isolate her further. That's where I come in - to prevent Skye from sinking into loneliness and to occupy my thoughts with her. It's a win-win situation for me, as I find solace in being there for her.
"Because she's the one I've always had feelings for!" I snapped back. I spoke with an unwavering solemnity, my words hanging heavy in the air. The reaction from her friends caught them off guard, a mix of surprise and disbelief etched across their faces. Indifferent to the potential harm my words may inflict upon Tresa's sensitive heart, my only aim was to assert my dominance and unveil the truth of my intentions.
Skye, being well aware that I harbored no romantic interest in her friend, had failed to enlighten Tresa about this fact.
