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Fact no.14: Never make your ex jealous

"What the-", I want to let out but Javier beats me to it.

"What the fuck, April? I thought you liked me. But your boyfriend is here."

"He is not my boyfriend", I let out. Javier raises an eyebrow.

"I am not her boyfriend. I am her lover and plaything. And occasionally her everything", Coin adds with a smirk on.

Someone kill me now.

"He is not", I tell Javier. Then, turning with a death glare to Coin: "You're not."

"We'll get to that later, precious", he replies. Then winks. I swear, he winks.

"April?", Javier asks me.

I am so confused I don't even know what to say anymore. Who is the person sitting next to me and what did he do with Noah Coin?

Noah Coin hates me.

Right.

Right?

"We won't get to anything later", I say to Coin, completely dismissing Javier. He notices and after calling me a bitch, he walks away.

I sigh annoyed at Coin and walk to the nearest doors. Which lead outside. To a beautiful patio. A fountain somewhere. Flowers in all colours. If I would have been in a better mental state, I would have appreciated the deco. Made some pictures. Send them to Nini, who happens to be Pinterest obsessed. But I am not in a good mental state.

What was that all about?

And what did Noah Coin want from me?

Speaking of the devil, here he comes. Leaning against the closest wall, staring at me.

"You know, you really are beautiful, precious", he whispers. His tone is so low, as if he didn't want me to hear the compliment. But I did. I heard it and there is no going back now.

"Excuse me?", I reply, my voice showing how in rage I am.

He swallows hard, his jaw working. I remember how I once traced that jaw with my tongue. Then kissed every spot of it.

Memory that is best to remain in the past.

"It's true. You're beautiful, April. Every single thing about you. I sometimes ask myself how a person can be this perfect."

I try to look past what he said. Don't acknowledge his compliment. But I do. And it hurts, knowing that he used to tell me stuff like this daily. Daily. He would kiss me after every one of them.

That was before.

Hands. Hair. Bed.

I might puke.

"What the heck what that all about?", I ask him shouting.

"That sucker didn't deserve you. I only reminded him of what he probably already knew."

"Oh, am I supposed to thank you?" The compliment he made me is like dead. All I feel is fury. Pure fury.

"Yeah". He even dares to make it sound so matter-of-factly. He obviously doesn't care that he ruined my night. Obviously.

Because he doesn't care.

He. Doesn't. Care.

"In your dreams", I hiss at him.

"One day, you will. One day you'll realise he's not the right one for you."

"And who is the right one? You?"

He doesn't say anything.

I take it as a no and hope that's what he meant too.

"Oh right. Because you treat me so well, don't you?", I add, still shouting. Years of hate snap in this moment. This moment. I need to scream. I need to cry. I choose to do both. "So well you treat me. Especially when you fuck my best friend in my own damn house at my own damn party."

I hosted a pool party. Kai was away in Tokyo. I invited the one I back then thought to be my bestie, Keira. Coin was there too as my boyfriend. I had heard rumours about him seeing other girls too, but I didn't believe them. He was known as the playboy, but I didn't think he would hurt me. Poor little me. I was so naive. Of course he would hurt me. A playboy remains a playboy. No matter with how much love you shower them with.

And when the truth comes out, it hurts.

I couldn't find him. Went to search for him. Then I heard them. The whispers. I opened the door to one of the guest room and saw them. Coin and Keira. Kissing. Hugging. Making out.

I don't think I have ever felt worse than then. I felt like a nothing. I felt betrayed. I lost my best friend and my boyfriend that day. Cut contacts with both of them. Both of them said it was a mistake. Said they'd never do it again.

But I don't give a shit.

They did it. And it hurt.

Blood boils inside me at the memories.

"Keira and I didn't fuck", it's all he says.

"No, but you were for sure close to it. Did she make you feel good? Did she call your name while kissing you?"

"I wouldn't know because all I could think about was you", he counters.

My world breaks.

"What the heck is that supposed to mean?"

"I knew I fucked up. I loved you so much. I knew it was a mistake."

"Then why do it?"

"Because I am a coward. Because I was addicted to that. To making out. Getting laid."

"And now you're not? I bet you fucked half of Wrencore so far."

His fists clench and he tries hard not to break in a fit. "I changed. Or I try to at least. Let me show it to you. Prove it to you."

"Why? You don't care about me. You hate me."

"I don't hate you, April", he lets out his voice trembling. He might pass out any moment now. It's clear this conversation does that to him.

"Then what? You simply don't care about me? What is it, Noah?"

Fuck. I called him Noah. I haven't called him like that since we were together. It was our special thing. No one ever called him Noah. Not given his fame with football.

I did. I called him Noah.

And stopped the moment I broke up with him.

I can only hope he didn't hear it. My voice was pretty low. And shaking from crying. He couldn't have heard it. He couldn't have.

But he did. The frozen expression on his face shows me he did. He did and it affected him. More than everything I threw at him so far. More than the whole world.

One word. That's all it takes to ruin somebody.

The next thing I know he's cupping my face with his palms, his thumbs brushing away my tears. He looks me in the eyes and I get lost in his. The irony. I always thought his eyes were special. That dark brown of different shades, giving them something cold. Sharp.

I loved his eyes.

Now they make me want to cry.

He's still brushing away my tears as he says: "Please, precious. Give me a chance to show you I've changed. Please."

This whole thing is too much. Him. The memories. What happened tonight.

So I do what I do best. 

Run.

I run away from him, hearing how he calls my name. How he wants to come after me. I run and run and don't stop until I find Dia. She's sitting in a corner, chatting with a guy. As she sees me, she stands up and gasps.

"Oh, April", she says before hugging me. Dia leads me to the toilet and locks us inside. She lets me sink my face in her shoulder and cry.

And even though I don't have supernatural vision, I know who's waiting behind that door.

Noah.

Waiting for me.

I sink my face deeper and cry even louder.