𝐌.𝐏. | Reminds Me of You

Chapter XII

(m͜͡ a͜͡ t͜͡ t͜͡ i͜͡ a͜͡' s͜͡ p͜͡ o͜͡ v͜͡ )

"Vic, what are you doing here?" I ask the girl that's in front of me and I close the bathroom door behind me with Y/n inside.

"I was wondering if we could have some fun." She wraps her arms around my neck and I fake smile as I gently try to pull them away, but she wraps them all the way around.

"It's not a good time, actually." I say, spinning us around so that the bathroom door is behind her.

"Why?" She whines and gives me a little peck on my lips which I don't kiss back.

"You have to go." I say as my eyes follow Y/n, who's already walking out of my room without making any noise.

She clearly saw me kissing Victoria. Now there's probably another problem I have to solve.

"Is it because Y/n is here?" Victoria says unwrapping her arms and walking towards my bed. "Your mom told me and let me in. Where's she by the way? Where's Y/n?"

"Clearly not here." I respond. "Victoria, listen-"

"No, I know. You're not over her, aren't you?" She looks at me and I can see the sadness through her eyes.

"It's hard for me and I told you before all this. You know Y/n was someone-"

"What does she have that I don't?" She asks me. She's nothing compared to Y/n. But I can't tell her that, I don't wanna break her heart.

"Vic, it's not like that."

"It is like that. Why does everyone like her? Everyone looks at her and talk about her like she's fucking God!"

"Vickie-"

"Your mom fucking loves her and it makes me so fucking sick that she does."

"Don't involve my mom into this conversation." I say.

"I'm sorry." She looks down. "I'm sick that you've been suffering since she transferred schools. I just want you to be happy for once and I'm trying to give you that happiness. But it's hard if you're gonna keep going back to her."

"Vickie, I'm sorry. I told you since the beginning that you didn't have to do this. I know I was and I am still fucked up, but the only thing that makes me happy is Y/n."

Am I being a little harsh? Nah, I'm just telling her what I feel.

"But I thought-... I can't get it." She approaches me.

"I know we've been hanging out a lot, doing things that I-... I kinda regret," and I said kinda because I don't wanna tell her that I do fucking regret the things we've done. "but you have to understand that Y/n is someone I loved the most, more than I even love myself, I still love her." I correct myself. "And she coming back makes me... weak. A-and I don't know what you were expecting... I don't wanna be ungrateful. You actually helped me a lot, but we both knew that this was going to happen if Y/n was back."