Andy Blue… do I know you? Ned wondered, as he tried to remember where he had heard the name.
The room was spinning he tried to piece together the mystery. A text message sent him scrambling for his phone it was from Maggie.
You haven’t texted me and I haven’t seen you online.
I didn’t block you the other day, I just went offline, and if you blocked me I hate you! Just kidding but you better respond to this because I like talking to you and stuff.
Maggie x
P.S I’m on my way over as I send this, since you are snubbing me.
Ned didn’t know how to respond, he wasn’t mad, and he wasn’t happy he just felt anxious to find out what was going on. Her Facebook could be just for a joke, and he didn’t want to make a big deal over nothing as usual. He had done that too many times with Maggie, and always looked stupid when she proved he was being paranoid.
At last Maggie arrived full of life, and happy. The feeling was not mutual as she noticed Ned sulking in the computer chair. He closed whatever was on the screen and turned to face her.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“I’m not sure. So who is Andy Blue?” Ned asked, casually.
“Oh. So you were on my Facebook?” Maggie said, sadly.
“Yes I was… so enlighten me please,” Ned demanded.
Maggie looked straight down at the floor, and her hesitation only raised Ned’s suspicions.
“He was, and still is kind of my boyfriend,” she said, tears were forming like drops of rain about to fall.
“Oh congratulations,” Ned sarcastically clapped his hands together.
“We were having a break, and things weren’t going too good. Then I met you and I felt like my life was exciting again,”
“Exciting? Fuck you,” he said, viciously.
“I really do like you Neddy,” Maggie pleaded.
“Well I don’t like you. So you decided all of this wasn’t fucking relevant to tell me? You must have realized I would find out someday,”
Ned Felt overwhelmed by the betrayal, she had been playing him the entire time. And he was the other guy… as well as the one being screwed over; he was the bad guy of the story.
“You are a cold bitch,”
“Don’t be like that,” Maggie said, attempting to place a hand on the side of his face.
Ned shoved her hand away, “So what does he do?” he asked, curiously.
“Does it matter?” Maggie asked, answering the question with a question.
“Actually yes. It does matter, to me,”
Maggie had burned all the happiness that had filled his mind, and body away in a few short moments.
“He’s a writer,” Maggie sighed; she knew this would hurt him more.
“Oh. My dream job, so basically he is an improved version of me?”
YOU ARE READING
Temptress
RomanceThey were like Adam and Eve, but it was neither an apple nor a snake that caused the others fall into temptation, it was each other. Despite his flaws Ned found the perfect girl (Maggie), who looked through his imperfections. Ned battles his own ins...
