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Chapter 4 - Forget It

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Chapter 4 – Forget It

 ** ZACH's POV **

So, she hates me that much, huh.

I said to myself as I stared at the glass of tonic in my hand. Her words were still stirring in my head. I had a lot of questions, but then, what's the point? She hates me—no, hating was an understatement.

She despised me.

And there I was, thinking that everything is going to be okay between us.

"It's so much easier when you're not here, you know."

"It's easier when it comes to James. You don't need to question things. You don't have to look for answers. No expectations. No tears. No hurt."

"I hate you."

She's just drunk, Zach. She's not thinking straight. It's the alcohol that's talking.

I tried to reason with myself, but it's no good. Who am I kidding? Drunken words are sober thoughts, right? She maybe felt that way ever since I came back. I was just too naïve to see that I was making things harder for her.

Was it selfish of me to come back just to see you again? Your smile? Did coming back made things a lot harder for you?

But what's the meaning of those smiles we shared when we're in Hamptons? The laughs? Was I just over thinking things?

I wasn't expecting anything to be honest. I knew from the very start that she's with James and I wouldn't come in between them. I just want to be by her side, to make her feel that I'm still here, in case she... forgot.

But it's been months and sure, a lot had happened in those long months. Including me getting out of the picture. Cancelling me out of her life.

And well, damn fuck. Now, I realized how selfish I had been.

I couldn't accept the fact that I'm out of her life that's why I forced my way in not knowing that it hurts her even more.

So, my existence is the reason for her pain, huh. I shouldn't have come back.

I drunk the rest of my drink and continued to wallow in. What a pathetic guy. So I'm back to square one again, huh. Being that drunken idiot I had been.

Oh fuck, then why did she kiss me? What about that kiss?

I closed my eyes and touched my lips. I could still feel hers in mine. The rhythm. The pattern. It was gentle. It was the way I remembered it had been.

Soft and sweet.

Surely, it meant something, right? You wouldn't kiss someone for nothing, right?

Yeah, right. After saying that she hates you? Sure, Zach. Keep telling yourself that.

"Something bothering you, Zachy?"

"Sarah!" I startled the moment I saw Sarah standing beside me.

"Do you really need to shout my name? Everyone in here knows me already, Zach." She said with a sassy grin.

"Thanks for reminding me that we're at your party." I said flatly. I wasn't in the mood for cheeky comebacks and Sarah might have noticed that.

Her face turned serious and she walked closer to me. "It's been a long night, Zach. Just go home and rest."

I turned to her and shrugged. "I don't have a curfew. Besides, I'm still going to drop you off."

"I'm a grown up, independent woman, Zach. I can do that." She said in a proud tone

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