EMILY

The Break-Up

"This chapter is set on the day when Justin broke up with Chloe)

Justin's POV

As soon as I slid out of my car, my eyes fell on the car that stopped beside me and the person that stepped out of it.

It was Emily, dressed in a figure-hugging white top with black jeans, looking confident in her attire. I wondered what changed because last I remembered, she didn't wear anything that would show her curves. Due to a fucking bastard, she was shy and insecure of her body and that bastard happened to be me.

I got my answer the next moment when my gaze met with the person driving the car. It was Damien, the son of a bitch who was always wagging his tail behind her nowadays. I hated him, I hated him with every fibre in my body and I hated the fact that Emily liked him.

They laced their fingers with each other, a huge smile on Emily's face as she walked past me without even noticing me. Sucking a sharp breath, I kicked the door shut and watched as her butt moved deliciously with every step.

"Hey babe." Someone whispered in my ears and I instantly knew the voice.

Chloe Parker.

She pulled me in for a kiss on my lips but I couldn't feel any excitement while claiming the mouth of the girl who was the desire of every boy in Redwood High, and some girls too. So I just stood there while she pulled my lower lip in between her teeth and sucked.

"That's enough PDA for a day." I said and pulled apart.

There was a strange glow on her face. As if she got laid tonight. Her hair was a mess and there was a hickey peeking through the scarf that she had tied around her neck. Point to be noted, she never wears scarf.

I knew she was sleeping with someone behind my back, or maybe with too many. But I couldn't care less. For some reason, watching Emily's hand in Damien's hand boiled my blood but knowing that my girlfriend was cheating on me didn't affect me at all.

"Next time,  cover the souvenirs of your wild night first before kissing me with this dirty mouth of yours." I said and walked past her. She called me in her annoying voice, asking me to stop but I decided to ignore her.

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Sitting in the Physics class, I was leaned back on my chair and waited for the class to start. One by one, girls and boys entered the class. Some lost in their books, some lost in their boyfriends and girlfriends while some chatting with their friends.

There was one girl who managed to catch my attention. A certain blonde with eyes prettier than the sky and lips softer than a petal of rose. Emily.

Ugh.

She looked around to search for a seat and when she didn't find any, she seated herself on the empty space beside me and opened her bag.

While she was opening the textbook, I took the time to observe her face. The frown on her forehead was probably because of my intense stare on her. The reddish tint on her cheeks pulled a string of my heart and her lips, her oh-so-soft lips. They urged me to run my tongue over them, to take the lower, plumper one in between my teeth and..

No. Stop Justin. Don't go there.

"Did you ask your boyfriend before sitting with me?" I leaned towards her and said in her ears. Her sweet scent reached my nostrils and I inhaled deeply.

She jerked when she felt my presence. Moving away, she bit her lips nervously and replied, "He is not my boyfriend." But before I could dance internally with joy, she added "Yet."

"Are you for real?" my voice came out too sharp as I glared at her.

"Mr. Reed, care to tell us what I am teaching?" the teacher called me name, forcing me to look away from her.

"I guess..  It should be... Yeah right. You are teaching the theory called I don't give two flying fucks. It was put forward by Justin Reed for which he is going to earn his noble prize in 2019." I commented and the whole class broke into laughters.

His lean face turned red and smoke started to come out of her ears. "Out." she said. "Now."

Smirking, I stood up and shrugged, taking my books off the desk. I felt Emily's eyes on my back as I walked out of the class with a smug grin on my face.

I liked torturing my teachers because for starters, I knew they would never do something that would make them victim of the wrath of my father.

I made my way towards the male washroom and walking inside, splashed some water on my face. My skin tingles as I thought about her fingers linked with that bastard. My hand itched to wrap around his neck and choke him to death.

Why the fuck did he make everything complicated?

I was still lost in these thoughts when Chloe walked into the bathroom and locked the door behind her.

"What are you doing here?" I asked in irritation. I was in no mood of dealing with her.

"You do know I love you." she said as she swayed her hips towards me. "Last night, I got a little too drunk."

"Shut up Chloe. I'm not in mood." I said and ran my fingers through my hair.

"You never had a problem before. And don't act like you don't sleep with other girls." she accused.

No. I don't. Not since I got in relationship with her but I had better things to do than clearing myself up in front of her so I turned my face away from her.

"Don't act like a prude Justin." she said while I felt her breath on the exposed skin of my neck.

"I know you want me." she purred, slowly kissing my throat and grazed her hands over the bulge in my pants. If it was any other time, I would have felt aroused but right now, I felt nothing but disgusted of her.

"Just stop it Chloe." I said and pushed her away by her shoulders.

Fury laced through her eyes as she threw daggers at me, her fist clenched at her sides. "It's because of her. Isn't it?"

I knew whom she was talking about but I acted indifferent.

"That bitch. I hope she die." she said and I stopped myself from punching her.

"She is your sister, you crazy bitch." I growled at her, controlling my hands.

"No, she is not." she screamed crazily, stomping her foot on the floor. "She is a fucking slut. I hate her. I hate that bitch. I hope she gets-"

Her sentence broke in the middle as my palm made contact with her cheeks. I felt disappointed in myself because I might have done many evil things before but I never hit a woman.

"You... You hit me?" she growled once again, punching my chest with her tight fist.

"It's over Chloe." I said calmly and tried to walk away.

"Over? You hit me and then say it's over? No this fight is not over yet." she hissed, slapping my chest once again.

"No." I stopped her wrists and glared down at her. "This.." I said, motioning between us. "This is over."

She stood there frozen, her face paled as if all the blood had left her cheeks. I walked past her, not wanting to be the victim of her madness anymore. I was tired, tired of her manipulating me, tired of her bad mouthing Emily, tired of her evil ways.

Tired of my fucking, pathetic life.

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