Insensitive

'The Pitfalls To Being An Inbetween'/3rd day of Discard & Journal Day 3/5-2013

A/N Somehow, managed to survive the Weekend. 

Decided to skip my Classes, since I was already ahead in my studies, and we had a sub anyway.

He didn't have Class either, and because of the previous bad rains, he had no work and was stuck, at the Apartment with me. End of A/N

On day 3, early that morning, I asked him many questions. 

He had told me I could, so, I did just that. 

Still in a form of denial, it was hard to still comprehend, that since the day we had first met, EVERYTHING and ANYTHING we had shared & been through together, ALL of it, had all been, one Big Lie.

 The ONE question though, that had stood out the most, was a dumb one, but I had really wanted to know the answer.

"IF I had won that 690 million Powerball, how long would it have been, until you'd told me the truth?"

He took off his headset, shook out his long shoulder-length blond hair, paused then said slightly exasperatedly, "BUT you didn't so, I don't know!" then softly taunted, "Weak sauce Tee. Whatever!" as I walked back into my room.

Shutting the door behind me, I sat down on my bed, drawing my knees to my chest, as the waterworks began, again.

 'Why do I keep torturing myself?' I wondered as I asked myself, 'Is it that I need? To keep hearing mean things that hurt to finally get it?

He doesn't want me anymore as a lover- I am as attractive to him as his Liver, Heart or Kidney; and while he needs those things to function, he is NOT in love with them.'

I got REALLY fed up then, and went back into the Living Room to face him, and just ask the damn REAL questions I deserved answers to!  

I was surprised, and I didn't trust his answers though. 

Especially after he finally admitted, I was like his Best Friend. Taking him in, back when we had first met, especially those two weekends when his dad had thrown him out. I had fed him & given him gas money & shelter. 

And then, when the College had called his bill for his courses, and his dad, who was supposed to have paid for them, had forgotten and flown off to Hawaii to party with friends.

So, I had taken my savings money for my next semesters classes; and paid for his instead, to keep him from getting kicked out of his place on the lists of his Graphic's Courses he had already chosen. 

Now, that sounds like the end of that, right?

Not. By. Half.

 He had neglected to see his Dean about the whole issue; and was getting pissed, at me for butting in!

Well, so was I!

ESPECIALLY after shelling out THAT much money! 

And having JUST found out, there were ZERO refunds, because she had just had him dropped a few hours before I had gone to the Admin Building to pay his bills.

Now, I had found out, unless, the Dean could be convinced to give him a second chance; and despite the fact, HE had to promise he would have better attendance in his VERY expensive Graphic Arts Courses, his butt was no longer enrolled!

Plus? He had flat out REFUSED to apologize. 

He felt it had been all THEIR fault; and he was NOT saying sorry for something HE didn't do!