Temptation

Chapter 62

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"Hunh... no sé que decir, if you can't join me personally, I am busy or not in the country, leave a message if it is important or make an appointment with my assistant. The number is on my website. Leave me alone, bye."

I groaned and hung up. I was tired of hearing that voicemail over and over for three days. No matter how many times I called, he won't pick up. He thoroughly went ghost mode on me. The following day after that parking fight, he flew to Vancouver. At first, I believed he wanted to avoid me, but he legit had a show. However, I was okay with it - we both needed time. Things went a little out of hand, and it was for the best he never picked up.

We had a lot going on, and on my part, I had some apologizing to do. After a lot of reflection, I could have handled the situation better. Maybe if I waited for a few minutes and listened to him, it would have made a significant difference. Second, my words were too harsh. Telling him, it would have been better if he killed himself was horrible on my part. I went over the boundary, and no such words should have ever come out of my mouth. I was angry, but it was no justification for not watching my mouth. I knew those words deeply hurt him, and he had every reason to be furious at me.

Regardless, I stood up behind that action. I wasn't doing anything immoral by trying to help. Yes, I told Chris his secret without his consent, which was an action I needed to apologize for but would never regret.

So far, no one knew nor suspected a thing. Eyes were still set on us, watching our every move. He vented to no one about our fight, so our friends were pretty clueless, and I kept it that way. That was something I wanted to solve between us without no one else's intervention. I loved my friends, but that was for my sake.

Aside from my relationship struggles, I had more going on. The hearing was in a week. My blood pressure rocketed. I hadn't been eating great because of all the school, work, collaborations, court, now. I had to work every day with a headache, survive on coffee and pills, and pretend I was okay. I brought a stress ball on Amazon to relieve myself. The water beads inside triggered my anxiety, and I threw it away.

"Do you think the light blue would look better or the darker one?" I turned my iPad over to Juan sitting adjacent to me, eating his fruits.

He squinted and looked closer at the screen, then looked at me. "They- they're the same blue." He blanked.

"Ah, men," I complained under my breath. My phone vibrated. I hastened to check it, desiring it was Julian, giving me a sign that he was alive. I put it down with disappointment when it was just a reminder to finish my essay on Fiscal and Monetary Policy.

"So none of you talked to Julian?" I asked the table, busy devouring their lunch. I had no choice but to ask them.

"Girl, that's yo, man." Xavier pocked a spaghetti branch with his nails and slurped it. His face was healing nicely. A few bruises were still visible. His smile through the pain argued he was hurting.

"No, it's just I have been trying to reach him all morning, but he is probably busy." I lied while twirling a string of hair around my index.

"Duh, the superstar is coming today." Agea crossed her legs and rolled her eyes.

"Ahhh... I forgot." I nervously laughed and scratched my neck.

The bell saved me under those suspicious looks. I bolted to my last class. I didn't know what time my boyfriend, if he didn't decide to break up with me already, was landing. I tried to stay positive and take things lightly, but my whole being was nervous, and I wanted to cry harshly. No one could understand how tired and emotionally drained I was.