A Unique Crossover

Chapter86: Hating myself

David's POV

Stephanie, fixed her hair in front of the trophy cabinet as if nothing was wrong. Turning at me with a blank expression, "Excuse me?"

"What did you do?! What did you do to Ariel?!" I demanded fiercely with my anger nearly uncontrollable. Being too driven by it to care how I speak to the only girl who is a literary throne on my side.

Scoffing at the tone before continuing to run her fingers through her hair, "I told her the truth, which she needed to hear."

"You need to stop right now." The leash that was holding my anger was slipping and tearing in my grip. Her words and attitude towards Ariel were causing it to break even faster.

While trying to keep my anger under control and able to stop this without messing up. But the way Stephanie was reacting to the serious conversation that I was trying to have, "Oh, come on, baby."

She had that smirk that she would always use whenever she tried getting out of a fight. She used her body to make me less upset as she swung her hips towards me. Lightly placing her hands on my chest, slowly moving them upwards.

"You know that she wasn't going to last. Besides, you can stop teasing her and come back to me."

"I WASN'T TEASING HER." I barked at her as I tore her hands off me. My skin felt like it was cringing, wanting Ariel's touch instead. "AND I don't want to get back together with you, YOU STUPID, MINDLESS GIRL!!"

"Don't raise your voice at me!" Stephanie raised her voice, getting mad. Good, now we're on the same page, and she's not ignoring it.

"Do you need me to spell out the obvious for you, or are you just naturally down syndrome?!" I snapped at her ruthlessly. No longer care about using the right words or phrases. I was tired of making things clear with nice, sugar things because I was taught to be a gentleman.

"Did I blocking your number from my phone, blocking you from all of my social media accounts wasn't clear enough for you?! What else must I do to make it perfectly clear that I do NOT want to be with you?!"

Everything inside of me was rising higher and faster than I could contain. My anger and frustration were merging against each other. Forming this roaring monster who had one thing on its mind.

Back then, Stephanie used to become afraid when I was this upset. She used to shrink by it, but now she just sees it as a toy. Another thing to tease and play with. Not to be afraid of it or take it seriously.

"You can huff and puff all you want, but deep down," She said, using this tone of voice that used to brainwash me. It was the type that she would use to change my anger, and make me think about being in bed with her.

Manipulating me into thinking of being in heat with her, instead of arguing with her. It used to work back then. Now, all it does is aggravate me. "You want to play our game. You miss our game."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do." She purred with that stupid, toxic grin she always used to get her way. "You just want to play - "

"I've been done playing our stupid on and off-again game a year ago!!!" The louder I shout the truth at Stephanie, the more she either doesn't want to hear it. Or refuse to accept it. "I wasn't using Ariel to get 'your attention' or get back together with you. I was dating her because I wanted to be with her and not with you."

Still refusing to hear the truth, rolling at eyes at me. Ignoring my words while trying to seduce me, "But at the back of your mind, you are still -"

My anger was boiling over with her being stubborn, not wanting to take the truth as it came to her, "I was never into you from the start!"

My patience in trying to be nice and let her down easy had run up. And now, all I feel is rage upon rage, "You are nothing, but a native, insignificant, lustful girl who thinks that because she comes from a family who has old money that made her worthwhile, but is nothing than a spoiled, empty brat!!"

Scoffing in shock at my words, at the things that I'd never said to her before. "Why are you being so rude?! I just want to be with you, and you just pushing me away?"

Finally, Stephanie understood that this wasn't our usual fight. This isn't the fight where I argue with her about something important, and she blocks it out. This fight isn't gonna end when we're naked and done having sex.

This was a serious conversation that I'd been trying to have with her for nearly fifteen minutes. No more fight, kiss, and ignore. No more just scream and fight with an emotionless wall and get nowhere.

Alright, mate, she finally gets it. Now you can breathe and say your peace.

My inner voice calmly reminded me, trying to get the latch back on my anger. Try to get my emotions under control, but I'm in far too deep.

"The only reason why I even dated you was because you were the closest available girl. The only girl who wouldn't mind losing her self-respect, self-image, dignity, and mental state. Who would throw it all away, just to try to please a guy who was emotionally stunted after the biggest loss in his life."

Mate, tune it down. There's no need to be brutal.

Again, my inner voice tried pulling me back up. But I shook it off, my anger having complete control over my words and mind. Nearly nothing was gonna stop it or could stop it.

"I do not love you, Stephanie! I never did." Emphasizing the words caused extra pain to her. Her silence was enough to tell me that the realization was sinking in. "Name me the one time that I said 'I love you' to you without you saying it first."

Her eyes were becoming wider and glassy as the truth started falling down on her. Probably rethinking and remembering everything as I continued, "Name me the one time that I've ever done anything special for you without being forced or asked to. Name me the one time that I've ever told you that I like being with you without needing to sleep with you."

Still, Stephanie kept quiet, too shocked by everything that had been thrown at her. Probably trying to see through the words and make them seem like lies to her. But we both know that they weren't, "Tell me."

Slowly, her breath became shallow and deeper as tears welled up in her eyes. My inner voice was like a shocked figure, staring at her with raw in itself.

Mate, how could you break the girl's heart like this?

That's when I said calmly and less brutally than before, "I never loved you, I never felt anything for you."

The only sound that was left in the room was the tick of the clock. Ticking for five beats before a loud clap broke and my cheek stung.

Stephanie was breathing rapidly with tears running down her face, throwing a second smack in my face. Turning away walking out of the door with her screaming, "I hate you, David!! I hate you!!"

She kept on screaming as I kept on walking, not bothering to look at her or respond, "I gave you everything, I gave you my heart, I gave you my virginity, my everything for nothing!!"

How could I respond to that? I've done such unforgivable things to her. I made her turn herself inside out for me, I made her choice not to become her person. Just to have something or someone take away the pain that I was trying to get rid of.

I used her to forget that I've lost someone very important to me. To forget that I was talking to him the next day, to forget that I'm not gonna see him again. Won't be able to talk to him again. I used Stephanie for my selfish gain. There's nothing that I could say to change that.

I don't know when the other cheerleaders came to comfort her. I heard her pushing them away, telling them to leave her as she kept on screaming, "I hate you, I hate you, David!!!"

Trust me, Stephanie. I hate myself even more than you hate me.