Obsessed

Chapter 1

My pace was fast as I hopped out of my car and walked towards the door to the small cafe I worked at; the bad feeling deep in my stomach was getting worse. Call it women's intuition or just knowing my boyfriend's tone after years but I could tell something was off.

My phone buzzed while I was still crossing the small lot and I stopped under the rain awning to pull it out of my pocket.

I'm at our table. See you soon.

Something was definitely wrong.

My mind wandered to the strange and random text I had received from Jeremy only 20 minutes before. 'Come over to Sarah's, I want to talk.' What would he need to talk about?

I smiled a little to myself as I opened the door, hearing the tiny bell jingle above my head. The smell of fries always made me feel nostalgic.
I still wish I didn't need to come here on my day off considering I was here every other day of the week, but it would be nice for us to have a snack and talk in our favorite booth.

Walking in, I expected to see him in our normal spot, with the usual large vanilla shake and large fry we would split sitting on the table.

Technically speaking, he was in fact in our booth.

My eyes cut to the right the second I passed the threshold and it took me a few seconds to register what I was seeing. Maybe I didn't want to believe it. My body was still as I stared forward in disbelief. Everything went in slow motion as I felt my heart cracking in my chest.

Jeremy, my boyfriend of 4 years, had a girl sitting on his lap. That girl was definitely not me.

That disgusting asshole.

I saw a pretty girl laugh at something he said as she brushed a hand over his arm, and begged him to push her away.

He didn't.

I felt the jealousy, anger, and betrayal burn under my skin and behind my jean shirt pocket. I could practically feel my heart strings being torn, mangled, and squished together.

The rage I felt at another woman touching my man was indescribable. But the hurt was enough to make me nauseous and want to curl into a ball like a child.

And I suppose he wasn't mine anymore anyway.

Despite the urge to turn away and never see his face again, I stomped over and stood before him with blurry eyes. I would not run away, I would never let him see me completely breaking.

He could never know how much I needed him. He never would.

I cleared my throat, swallowing the lump in my throat when he turned. His green eyes I used to get lost in widened in realization, before he practically pushed the brunette off of him. She scowled, glancing at me for a split second with what seemed like a devious smile, before continuing to do whatever she was doing on his phone.

He quickly grabbed it and she scowled, then he glanced anxiously between me and the screen, fiddling with the keyboard. His eyes finally settled on the screen in shock, but by that point I was turning to walk away.

At least I knew now. Thank you mysterious asshole lady for texting me.

"Wait! May! I didn't know she had texted you!" His sad excuse didn't fall on deaf ears, and only fueled my rage. Spinning to meet his eyes again, I glared him down the whole time while walking closer. As he opened his mouth to speak again, I grabbed the vanilla shake off of the table and hurled the whole thing, cup and all, onto him.

The cup hit his forehead hard, making him shout out profanities, and I felt a slight satisfaction when the liquid slipped down his favorite assets: through his hair and down his favorite black hoodie.