Our drinks came and Amelia had already taken hers. She loved the favor combination and asked for a second.
"Amelia, that has one shot of martini in it. Are you sure you can handle two?" I held her hand when she had made her mind up to call the waiter
"Of course, make it three. What do you take me for?" She looked at me and squinted her eyes "I can handle it"
"I'm not sure..."
"You think I'd lie about that?"
"No, you don't lie. Fine. Have just one more. Not three"
"Better than nothing" she shrugged and asked the waiter for one more
I sipped on my drink and watched Amelia talk. She was talking about something, something about a passage she read on the SAT she wrote. A survey about frogs? Not sure. I just watched her lips move, how her hands made gestures and the way her eyes opened when she emphasized on something I had no idea about
Her second drink came and she took has it in her hand. one second the glass was full of a sparkling peach liquid another second it was all gone. Devoured. Empty. Like that didn't just happen, she continued talking, this time it was about some random assignment questions in the mathematics section, something about a placebo effect.
My phone began to vibrate in my pocket and I looked at the screen. It was mother. I excused myself and went to the bathroom to take the call, the room was way to quiet to be disrupted so randomly. After a few minutes, I ended the call. Typical motherly stuff. She only wanted to check up on me and how my so called date with Amelia was going.
I headed back to the table and met the empty glasses but no Amelia. Where did she go to? Maybe the bathroom. But she doesn't even know where it is! I rushed to the waiter
"Have you seen where the lady with me went to?" I was already worried sick
"Yes sir. She went downstairs, I asked her if you knew, she said you'd find her there" he placed the ice cube into a metal cup
"Alright, thanks" I quickly paid the bills and went downstairs to find Amelia. She could be in the crowd dancing for all I know
As I approached the door, my eardrums already prepared for the drastic change in sound frequency. I quickly squeezed my way through the crowds calling out of Amelia but I'm pretty sure that was useless. The music was too loud.
After searching through half the bodies twisting and turning to the rhythm I felt an arm grab me and then pull
"You came!" Amelia screamed in my ear.
She was smiling. A genuine smile. And a spark. The spark. My heart fluttered.
"Joined me! It's been so long" she grabbed my collar and twisted to the music "you know, I hate you. I hate you so much. As much as I hate myself"
"Why?" I was confused now
"I hate you because everything about you made me love you. And I hate myself because I let you do that to me" she placed her hands around my neck and looked up at me.
My heart felt like it would burst. That was a confession. She finally realized it. She is in love with me. She is finally mine. Mine. My angel. All mine. Tears gathered in my eye as I smiled
"You have no idea how much I waited for this" I hugged her
"You should have known. It's you I love. It's always been you. It will forever be you" she pulled away from the hug and placed her hand down to the back of my neck pulling my head down to hers "I'm just scared"
"Don't be scared, I am yours too. Forever. Always been you. Forever be you" I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her to me
"I'm scared of losing you" her lips hovered against mine and God! I almost lost control. I watched her eyes flutter shut and I closed mine, I've waited for this since forever and now I'll finally get this. Get her. Her everything I've ever needed "Mason I..."
Mason? My eyes snapped open. Is she drunk? I pulled her way from me but she fought to hold me close to her
"Mason don't leave me. I've finally gotten you back. This is what I was scared of" she held onto me grabbing my chin "you leaving me. Mason please, you've taken all my love. Don't throw it away" she sobbed against my chest
I felt the urge to push her away. Make her know this isn't Mason. This is Andrew. The one who loves her and trust her more than Mason could ever. But I couldn't leave her. She was crying.
I held her and hugged her close to my heart even tho it f*cking hurts. My heart is bleeding and it was slowly cutting into pieces and melting into my blood. It's like a billion daggers pushed into it and continuously twisted inside me. This hurts more than it ever had
I am so stupid. I am so dumb. I am a joke. I am second best. I will never be the one. To think I believed she was talking about me. How did I let myself be such a fool. My hopes we already high immediately I heard her. My heart and entire being witnessed how it feels to be in heaven for a few seconds. That's before they were dragged through the deepest part of hell and abandoned to stay they forever. Oh my f*cking God just numb my heart forever. Even tho the pain refreshes. Every. Single. F*cking. Time. I still held her as she cried. That's how f*cked up in the head I am for her.
The rest of the night was a deep midnight blue blur. I remember taking her back home when she fell asleep in the backseat, having to explain to her mom she was just exhausted. Her mom offered to have coffee with me but it was simply impossible right now. I needed time and space to think. Somehow mend my heart for her because as stupid as it sounds, no matter how broken and shattered my heart is, there is always room for one person. And that is Amelia.
The thought of her can break me and fix me at the same time. What a dangerous power to behold on someone.
Amelia's POV
I woke up the next morning with a terrible pounding in my head. I felt like giant buildings crashed and fell right on my head. I seem to have no recollection of yesterday. I'll have to think
I remember writing my SAT and getting a strange poke to my shoulder. Wishful thinking had me think it was Mason. Coming to with me goodluck on my big day or finally coming around but to my disappointment it was Andrew.
Oh yes! He was with me throughout yesterday. We went to the amusement park, I remember that. Then The Casa and I had some drinks and went downstairs. What else? I was dancing and saw Mason there. Yes, it was Mason wasn't it?
My mind is so hazy. I remember talking to him and.... Crying? Wait! I was about to kiss him but he didn't when he heard me call his own name. Oh shit. Oh damn. I was drunk! And that probably wasn't Mason. It was Andrew! That's it, I'm just gonna bury myself now. What the heck? Then what? I ended up in his car and that's it. That's as far as I can remember. I probably passed out. What was I thinking saying I could handle two shots??? One already always has me feeling tipsy.
I have to apologize to me. I brought caused a lot of trouble and said things that broke him. I know he loves me and even when he knows I love Mason, he loves me nonetheless. For a moment he might have thought I meant what I said. When he realized it wasn't to him.... That must have hurt.
Ignoring the pounding in my head I grabbed my phone and winced at the bright light on the screen for biting into my eyes. I squinted as I set the one to dark mode and opened our chats. He already sent good morning messages and checking up on me, even with a remedy for potential hangover. I typed out what I felt made sense in my head. First thanking him for the adventure, fir taking care of me and apologizing for any trouble or problems I may have caused unknowingly.
After that I headed downstairs to try out the hangover remedy he sent. Great. What a perfect way to start my day.
Mason's POV
It's been a few more days and it's almost the end of senior year. Prom is in a few weeks and we all know what that means, prom dates and painful farewells. I've made up my mind to finally tell Patricia the truth and let her be free. She deserves a prom date that actually is interested in her and I'd hate to lie to her or use her as a getaway car anyway longer. Nothing good comes from getting in a getaway car. Not to mention I don't plan to attend prom even tho I've been elected prom King, I'd rather stay in that watch my heart bleed as Amelia and Andrew danced around together.
Nothing changed, my feelings for Amelia hasn't changed either. There has been many moments where I want to show up on her doorstep and beg her to leave Andrew and come back to me but my head ways reminds me how happy she is with him.
They even went on another date after she wrote her exams. I went to the exam building that day. I saw her. I wanted to wish her good luck and just talk to her, breathe the same air as her and make her realize she belongs with me and not Andrew but then he showed up, he showed up behind her and just like that, he whisked her away.
Okay, I may or may not have stalked them for a few hours and went back home when my heart could take it any longer, specifically when they went to that bar. But who cares anyway? Not her.
Andrew's POV
The day before prom I made a painful decision. A decision that will both ruin me and mend me at the same time. I stood outside Amelia's house and climbed the tree, jumping onto the window and picking the lock.
She wasn't home of course. She was with her mom shopping for things she needed for collage. Yes, she was accepted into Yale and her SAT results didn't disappoint, My angel got a perfect score. 1600.
I brought out the white Dior bag I had. It was a prom dress, with shoes and accessories to match. Amelia didn't want to attend prom tomorrow because Mason would probably be there as prom King and Patricia is prom Queen obviously. But, hopefully if she finds out my mother already got her this, she'd have no choice but to go for prom just to honor the gift. She needs to go to prom to make my plan work.
I wrote a note on a paper and placed it on the box then left. Once I arrived back home, I typed down paragraphs upon paragraphs in my notes app. I plan to send Amelia that message tomorrow.
That evening as expected Amelia texted me. She didn't want to accept the gift or go to prom. And like I have planned, when mother got on the phone, she had to simply accept it.
That night as I laid in bed I thought of Amelia. The spark only appeared when she was drunk a few weeks ago. All my other plans failed. What broke me even more was how she reacted to her SAT results, no excitement and still no spark. It was worse when she got accepted into Yale for a full ride scholarship, she was glad yet no spark.
I had one last plan to bring that back. And I am very sure it will work. Cobwebs covered my heart and squeezed it. I stared at the ceiling with eyes threatening to burst into tears. Mind racing and heart beating furiously. With a silent prayer, I let the tears begin to fall down. I let myself release the pain I felt.
I am just not the one.
The next day, I stood on the balcony. I wished time would stop and I would get an excuse to call off my plan tonight but I have no choice. What has to be done simply has to be done. I looked at the time. 5:17pm. Prom will begin in a few hours. By 7:00pm the prom night will begin, I wish it was farther away.
6:00pm
6:22pm
6:30pm
7:00pm
7:23pm
7:32pm
Amelia's message popped up
Amelia: Her Andrew, I've been here for about ten minutes. Where are you?
Me: Hi Amelia
I took deep breaths and with trembling fingers I headed onto the notepad app. Copied the message and pasted it one the chat box.
Send. The message was sent and there where two checkmarks.
Seen. Amelia has seen it and the two checkmarks turned blue.
Drip. Drip. Drip. Tears fell on the screen as I looked down at my phone.
I opened Patricia's chats and sent a message. Two word. I'm done.
It's done. Over.
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