It All Started With Hate

technically (e)

"I'm fine," I said, but it came out squeaky. "I'm gonna go and catch a quick nap, though, before..." I tried to find something along the lines of an excuse, but there was none at all. I was off from Moarde's today, but was supposed to be at Luke's. "I'll just...I'll see you guys later, okay?"

Before either of them could attest, I was walking, well escaping, the room. Their concerned eyes burned my backside, but I paid them no mind.

My feet carried me toward the bed like a robot. I jumped right in, immediately pulling the blankets over my head.

I hadn't even remembered that I'd left my phone on the mattress until I saw the screen light up from under the blanket. I could take a guess of what it was, so I bypassed it, shutting my eyes.

Kimberly and Raven had called and texted in a nonstop cycle in the past two days. I wasn't sure how they knew the whole situation, but I guessed Jax told them. I had only gotten a short explanation out when I saw him, before he was pulling me into his arms.

Other than that, I hadn't answered their texts or calls other than once, and that was because they were threatening to skip their classes to fly down here. As sweet as it was, and as badly as I wanted them here, I didn't want them to get behind for my sake. I'd be fine on my own; I always had been.

As for Quinn and Xander, their calls and texts had been stalker level, at least to a certain point. Xander stopped all off a sudden, two days ago. Quinn did as well, only a couple of hours after his. I guessed they grew tired of fucking with me, and finally stopped. Either way, I didn't give a fuck.

I wanted nothing to do with either of them.

They were meant for each other. Both back-stabbers. Traitors. Liars. Selfish sons of bitches.

And, I fell for all of it.

They must have done it because they realized how naive I'd be to it. They'd been messing around since Christmas, and it was now late February. I hadn't caught on the entire time, and I never would have without Luke.

Luke.

He was probably cackling right now. Rolling around and all cheery and big-headed at the fact that he'd been right.

It had been two days since I heard from him. The last time he texted was moments after I found out what happened.

I didn't show up to work on the building, and I hadn't even called or texted to let him know why. Any moment now, I was waiting for the cops to be at my front door.

Even though we were under the title of friends, I knew that I owed a debt, and Luke knew that, too. He wouldn't change that after a couple months together. I didn't have it in me to care, though.

I didn't know which feeling was the heaviest. The pain of being betrayed or the shame for not being heartbroken.

I was hurt, beyond it actually. Two people that I held so close to me had betrayed me without a second thought to it. That stung like a bitch.

But, heartbroken?

No.

I knew that everyone thought I was. It was expected of me. I had dated the man for nearly a year, so of course I should feel like my heart was ripping in two. But it wasn't. He would have had to had possession of it in order to cause that.

Xander didn't have it, though. He never did. I cared for him deeply, and I thought of him with nothing but admiration for the majority of our time.

I didn't love him though, not in the slightest bit. It sounded cruel, but it was just how it was.