THE REAL~ MARTIN GARRIX~

Chapter 54

Minerva POV

I press the 'call' button on my computer to begin a videochat. He answers after several rings.

But doesn't activate the Webcam. What a stupid deceived man.

"hey baby! Hello!" he answers the phone.

"Hello! Hey I want to see you too. Come on"

"Hey, I'm not at home. I would look like a total idiot to turn on the Webcam right now"

"Hey, don't worry. You know..... Nobody would care since you are in Ibiza!!!!"

Suddenly the camera turns on, and I can see that he's sitting on his bed, still shirtless.

"Sorry, I never told you I would have been here with my friends. I was worried about you getting jealous. How's your arm by the way?"

"My arm is good. I have Martijn sitting on the couch for help...."

"You are getting me jealous. Oh.... But what are you wearing?"

"Something that you won't see anymore"

I spot Martijn standing in the doorway with the corner of my eye. He's probably checking if I am OK.

"What.... No come on! Dress like this for me..."

"That's a no. But you can always ask something else" I tell him trying to look sexy. Ready to drop the bomb.

Martijn is still here to watch.

"Oooh. Tell me what....."

"You can always ask YOUR REAL GIRLFRIEND to dress like this for you! I'D LIKE TO SLAP YOUR FACE SO HARD, UNTIL YOUR HEAD FALLS OFF"

His face gets paler than white varnish, and stays silent for a while.

"I.... What? "

He's trying to save his ass from being fucked.

"Oh, don't try to lie again to me. Martijn told me everything!"

"Wait what? You....come on... "
He mumbles something under his breath, but then I think I heard a feminine voice.

Martijn gets paler too on the doorway, and then enters the room, getting in front of the cam.

And almost faints.

Peter is still there, but I ask Martijn if it's everything OK.

"No. It's not OK. Definitely not ok. THAT'S MY FUCKING HOTEL ROOM!"

I look at him, not understanding the situation.

Wait, is that a women beach hat in the corner?

"Hey bro. Calm down"

Then I really feel Martijn trembling, when Charelle appears, half naked, on the screen.

"CHARELLE....."

She begins to storm her boyfriend with insults.
"You piece of shit! You fucked your best friend when I wasn't there, TWICE! You even took her to our room! And then into a fucking tent! What did your brain tell you!

You should be happy! Now listen to me. I had my happy revenge. TWICE"

Peter tries to shut her mouth, giving to me the proof that it happened with him.

I have no words.

Martijn apparently needs to lay down for a minute or two, so I tell him to lay on my bed.

He's crying.

"May I say something to my boyfriend first?"

Charelle nods and leaves the camera angle.

"Peter. I have no words. I know that you took Charelle to bed when you did it. Maybe she hasn't realized it yet but..... I really don't know what to say apart of leave me alone and don't try to come to get me again"

I know he would like to end his days right now. I just know that face.

Charelle comes back in front of the Webcam and asks me..
"Is it true that you and Martijn have been in bed together?"

Her sight is lost.

"We slept together two times. But.... I have to specify.... 'slept' and nothing else. Your boyfriend is the best a girl could dream. He is afraid to see me in a swimsuit"

"So.....no sex?"

"What? Noooooooo! We haven't had it"

"Oh God. Is my boyfriend there?"

"Yes, he's here. I'll leave you guys alone. And.... Peter?" I ask her.

"I threw him out. I'm sorry Minerva, I thought you weren't such a nice girl. Oh and I'm sorry for your incident"

"Don't worry. Oh and if you see Peter, remind him that he isn't welcomed in my apartment anymore"

She nods, smiling, and I leave the computer for Martijn. He's still traumatized, sitting on the bed, but he isn't crying anymore.

"See you later" I tell him going out my room.

[...]

Half an hour later

Martijn comes out of my room sobbing. Oh God..... Don't tell me that it happened......

He stays still in the living room entrance and wipes the tears off his red face, trying to hide from me.

I cried a little too, both for me and my ex-boyfriend and for Martijn and Charelle.

"Can.... Can I have a glass of water?" he asks me, still sobbing.

"Sure darling, but you will have to serve yourself" I say showing him my arm.

"Thank you"

He opens the fridge and takes out a water bottle, filling a glass with the refreshing liquid.

He drinks it in a few sips, leaving his glass on the kitchen counter and placing the water bottle back in the fridge.

"Sorry, I look like a mess" he excuses himself, still dealing with wet cheeks.

"Come here with me...." I ask him patting on the couch.

He sits next to me, his eyes blank and surely his heart broken.

"I..... I would like to die right now"

"Don't even think about this option"

"Well. Give me a reason to stay"

"Well.... Me?" I tell him laughing.

And he smiles.

"Shit you are right. You and your elbow..."

I leave him to think by himself for a few minutes, when he comes out with

"I told her"

I don't know if it is actually what I think tho.

"About.... What?"

"The kiss. We confessed everything before breaking up"

"Oh, really nice way to end the relationship"

"I feel a little better now, knowing that I didn't do anything during this relationship and her neither..."

"Apart of this things during this days....."

He nods.

"How do you feel tho?" he asks me.

"Well..... I'd say..... Kinda good. But.... No I am not good after all"

"Fuck, your boyfriend used you as a sex toy for a month. I would be fucking madly angry at him even after the breakup!"

"Hah. Yes you are right"

Martijn smiles at me and I share my smile with him too, him getting closer to me for a side hug.

"So..... What do we do now? I don't want to talk about relationship anymore" I say, trying to distract Martijn from his thoughts.

"Why don't we stay like this all day?" he suggests.

"Agree"