Chapter 49: Chapter 49

ROMEO

I gently took her hand in mine, looking into her eyes. I gave it a little squeeze and whispered. "Ivy, I'm sorry." I said, speaking from my heart.

Ivy pulled her hands away from mine, looking away from me. She was silent. The tears had stopped falling from her honey brown eyes but they still lingered there.

"Ivy." I called her name.

I heard her stifle a sob, but a few tears still slipped down her cheeks.

My eyelids dropped. God, I hated to see her shed tears. The thought that I was the one who made her cry filled me with guilt. I hated myself more than anything right now, the hatred I had for myself even surpassed the one I'd for my father.

Once again, I hurt another girl.

I knew I was the baddest guy in high school, I had broken a lot of girls' hearts. But, at least, it was a fair game for them. They wished to sleep with the school bad boy and I granted their wish. They wanted more than just a night thing, but I couldn't offer them anything deeper. I only saw them as objects of desire and I had no remorse for leaving them wanting more.

Ivy was different. I never thought I would fall in love with her. I never dreamed that my heart would be captured by a nerd like her. After sharing a kiss with her at the party, I wanted to know more about her. She had ignited something within me that I hadn't felt before. I knew I was sexually attracted to her. Initially, I only wanted to have a taste of her, and then dump her just like other girls.

But, I found myself falling for her, for her innocence and her simplicity. I wanted to be near her, hear her speak, and see her killer smile. It was no longer about desire, it was something deeper.

"Do you really think breaking up is the best option for us?" Ivy questioned, jolting me out of my train of thoughts.

I raked my hands through my jet black hair. I wasn't ready to let her in. I wasn't ready to share my thoughts and feelings with her. I wasn't ready to open up about my fears and worries.

God, it's scary.

Apart from my personal issue, I didn't want to tell her about the other things. If I told her about the dare, it would only make things worse. I would only end up hurting her more. No, I mustn't do that.

"Ivy, can you please forget about it? " I paused, swallowing a gulp down my throat.

I wasn't always nervous around girls. I was always nervous and confident around them, but this time it was just different. I was indeed finished for Ivy Young.

Ivy opened her mouth to speak, but I cut her off before she could finish.

"Move on, please." I uttered, my voice was flat.

Ivy gave a bitter laugh. "Oh, just like the way you did so easily. Nice, I will move on." She sneered sarcastically.

It was time for me to leave her house before she got truly angry. I stood up from the bed and headed for the door. Just as I was about to leave, I turned and looked at her.

"I like your new hair." I drawled slowly, then made a quick exit, shutting the door behind me.

IVY

"Jerk," I muttered under my breath, shaking my head in disbelief.

I hated to admit it, but a tiny part of me was happy about his compliment.

But, I snapped back to reality as soon as possible. The asshole just broke my heart. He literally broke me.

I laid on my head clutching my pillow tightly.

I hated him.

I hated myself.

I hated everyone.

I hated myself more.

Why on earth had I let myself break down like that in front of him? I had never felt so vulnerable and weak before.

Love was indeed a pain. It could bring you joy, but also pain and heartbreak. And, I had experienced both the highs and lows of love.

This was my first time falling in love with someone and I still got hurt at the end.

I heard a knock and the door slowly creaked open. I turned my face towards the direction of the door and my mother came in.

The corners of her mouth curled upwards. "Hi, daughter." she beamed.

I cleared my throat, sitting on the bed."Hi. Do you need something?" I asked her, wondering why she came to my room.

"Do you mean I can't come to my daughter's room?" Mom asked, sitting on my study chair.

I lifted my shoulder in a half shrug." Well, you don't come to my room often. It is so unusual. What do you want? Do you want to discuss something with me?" I queried.

Her eyes locked into mine, her eyes burning with seriousness. "Are you okay, Ivy?" She questioned me.

"I'm okay." I answered, giving a shrug.

Her brows snapped together. "Your eyes are kind of red and puffy. I know you are not okay." She paused.

"What the fuck is going on between you and your boyfriend?" She probed.

I picked my phone on my bedside table and went to my messenger. I knew it was rude to play with my phone in my mom's presence but I desperately wanted to avoid this conversation.

I saw that I got a new text from a user. I clicked on the message.

"Homosapien."

I beamed a little smile which quickly disappeared. Obviously, it was James.

"Young lady, you shouldn't play with your phone when I'm trying to have a nice conversation with you." Mom warned me using a stern tone.

"Wagwan?"

I texted human gôogle before turning to face my mother.

"You used the "F" word, mom." I uttered.

Mom shook her head."Okay, I'm sorry for using the word "fuck" but what is going on between you and your boyfriend? I really want to know." She inquired.

"Perhaps, you should stop addressing him as my boyfriend. He is not mine anymore." I blurted out.

I took a deep breath. It was so nice saying this. I could handle this breakup of a thing.

I could.

Mom started. "But - "

"I don't want to engage in this conversation now, please. Can we do it later?" I asked politely, even though I knew that we would never discuss it again.

Her eyelids dropped."Okay. I think I should go back to my soap opera. Just take care of yourself."

"I will." I assured her.

I heaved a sigh of relief seeing my mother go out of my room. I closed my eyes, and I was about to drift off to the dreamland when I heard a beep.

It was a new text from James.

"I wouldn't want you to think I was distracted by your beauty when we were talking before. But, you are stunning."

I reread the text three times before dropping my phone on the bedside table. I couldn't help but smile. Well, it was a nice compliment.

I sighed. It would have been nicer if it was Romeo who complimented me.

God, I needed to move on.