The Legacies

12: Esme

Part 1: So that's why they call it Crush

"Yeah, why do you ask?" Matt replied nonchalantly, biting a piece of bacon. Why? Why? Because maybe I don't know you and I fucking slept together and when I had asked if you had a girlfriend you said NO.

I wanted to say it but I couldn't. The words just refused to come out of my mouth. All I could do was nod and look at her. "Wowww. Okay, Miss, I have a girlfriend. Why did you sleep with Esme, then?" Max spoke calmly, but we knew her better than that to know she was anything but calm.

Matt faked confusion, "Me...Me? Esme and I didn't sleep together, right? We were talking all night and slept next to each other. I don't know what story Esme is telling you, but I'm sure she's just making things up." The side eye Cece threw at her, the clenching fists of Max and the death glare Danny gave her was evidence enough to know that she was speaking bullshit.

Deny deny and deny. I sure her crook of a father taught her that one. "But I'm not saying a little exaggeration is bad, but maybe you could tone it down a bit, yeah?" She turned her head towards me smiling, but I could tell from her eyes that she wanted me to play along.

Tears were on the brim of my eyes when I looked into the beautiful dark chocolate brown eyes I once adored, asking me to play along. The same eyes that lied to me last night just to get into my pants. No, I don't have a girlfriend she said. I've always been in love with you, Esme, she said. I would never lie to you she said. I want you so bad and only you, Esme she sai-

I shot up from my chair and looked into those disgusting eyes of hers, "Yeah I made it all up. You know, I just love exaggerating everything. Please excuse me." I nodded towards everyone before walking away. "Wait, Esme, let's talk." Matt tried to grab my wrist,  but I pulled away, not wanting to break down and walked towards the house.

I wasn't hungry anymore. I felt numb. I got played again. This always happens to me. I love a person, and all they want to do is hurt me, play with me like a toy, they abuse my love for them and destroy me. It's funny, you know all I want is a person to like me the way I like them. Is it so wrong? Am I stupid for wanting love like that? Maybe I'm the problem, right?

I opened the door to the room Belle, and I shared. I breathed in and out, in and out, my breathing speeded up more and more as I ran into the bathroom, splashing water on my face. I looked sick, my dark skin looked pale, my hair was a bit messy from my hand going through it multiple times, and my glasses were screw and dirty from tears that slipped through unknowingly.

What was wrong with me? Why am I crying for a girl, a girl who played and fooled me just to get in my pants. My breathing was speeding up more and more. My vision was starting to become unclear. Maybe it was the tears, or maybe it was that I was starting to feel dizzy.

Knock knock "Esme are you okay? "I walked back into the room and headed to the door. Coming, I said, but I didn't feel my mouth open. "Esmeralda, open this door, NOW!" I twisted the key hearing the unlocking sound, then went onto my knees, my legs feeling like jelly. Locked in one position.

The door busted open. I looked up, seeing Imani's tall figure. "Iman-" I breathed hardly audible. He bent down, catching my falling head. "Hey, hey hey now. What are you doing? Come on, now you are better than this." He picked me up bridal style, placing me on my bed. Opened what it sounded as the mini fridge and placed a cool liquid on my mouth. "Come drink it's water, Esme."

My breathing wasn't slowing down, my eyes felt heavy, I just couldn't. I couldn't hold on. I just wanted to sleep, and so my eyes went shut. Sadly, I wasn't brought to a dark abyss of nothing but to a memory. One I wish I could forget.

It was the year I had lost my mother the same year I was starting a new school and moving to a different place altogether. No, the school wasn't Mercury High it was St George Christian school. I only went there for one year but that year opened my eyes.