Chapter 51: Chapter 51

The anger that was building inside of me dissolved and, it was replaced with concern after Romeo spoke out those words.

I chewed on my bottom lip. I was right, something about him just seemed off. Perhaps, he would open up to me. Even though we were no longer in a relationship, I still wanted to know the part of his life that he kept hidden.

"Can you stop looking at me with those piercing eyes? It's not making this any easier." He uttered, sighing in frustration.

I rolled my eyes, averting my gaze from him. I think it was kind of stupid that my heart fluttered a little when he described my gaze as "piercing". The way he spoke, in his low and deep voice sent a shiver down my spine making me feel weak in the knees. Indeed, I was a goner for his voice. Just his voice, not him. I would never admit that I still felt a certain way about my ex. It would be too embarrassing, after all I claimed I was over him.

I snapped out of my thoughts and I turned to him. "What's going on with you, Romeo?" I asked.

His deep green eyes bored into mine, but he didn't speak a word.

I thought he would ignore my question, until he finally spoke. "My head is banging," He muttered.

A line appeared between my brows. "I don't have any painkillers with me at the moment. Maybe, you should go to the school clinic?" I proposed.

Just as Romeo was about to answer, his phone beeped, interrupting him.

Our chemistry teacher must have heard it too, because he whipped around and snapped, "Phone must be off during my class! I won't tolerate any disruptions!"

Of course, Romeo was a bad boy and he had an ego that knew no bounds. He completely ignored the teacher's warning and kept his focus on his phone.

After he finished texting, he turned to me. "I need your help with something. Fuck, I hate that I have to ask for your help," He blurted out.

Although his last statement made me furrow my brows, I decided not to push it. "What do you need?" I questioned.

"I'll leave my chemistry workbook with you. Could you do my practical for me? I have to be somewhere else." Romeo blurted, sounding rushed.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes. He couldn't even muster up a "please".

"You said your head was pounding." I wondered, puzzled.

Romeo threaded his fingers through his jet black hair. "Will you help me or not?" He asked.

I could see the irritation in his face, but I hated his pride. The way he spoke, it was as if he expected me to obey his every command. I could tell that he was in a hurry. Maybe, I should just suck it up and help him.

"I'll help you, but only if you ask nicely." I stated firmly, folding my arms around my chest.

"My bad! You haven't changed yet. " Romeo muttered under his breath.

"Fine, please help me." He added.

I heaved a sigh. "Alright."

Romeo wasted no time. Without another word, he dropped his workbook on my desk and walked out of the class, mumbling something about needing to use the restroom to our teacher.

Romeo was such a weird fellow. One could only guess where he was headed off to.

I focused on the chemistry teacher's words, knowing that I would need to be well informed in order to help Romeo with his practical.

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I inhaled deeply, trying to calm my nerves. "Why the heck am I here? Is it right for me here? " I pondered, standing in front of Romeo's front door.

I breathed in and out slowly, attempting to relax. I was tempted to turn on my heel and walked away. However, I remained where I was, the reasons for my visit playing on repeat in my mind.

I was only here to drop off Romeo's chemistry workbook and some painkillers in order to help with the headache. I would hand them over and head straight home. That was all I needed to do.

But, why was my heart beating so fast? I forced myself to take a few deep breaths. I repeated the action until I felt calmer. I finally mustered up the courage to press the doorbell. After a long wait, I grew impatient and opened the door. I stepped inside and let it swing closed behind me.

I began to hear slow moans coming from the room beside the kitchen. Romeo once told me that the room was the guest room.

My heart missed a beat, a horrible thought forming in my mind. What if Romeo was in here with another girl? It appeared that he had asked me to do his practical work so that he could be free to fool around with someone else. He lied to me. He pretended as if he was suffering from a headache.

Why would he use me like that? It felt like another betrayal, a different form of deception.

I was well aware that we were not in a relationship anymore.

I knew he was not my partner.

I should not be affected by his actions. I should not care if he was having sex with a girl.

But, I could not help it. I could not stop myself from feeling hurt and upset. I could not ignore my feelings.

I swallowed a gulp down my throat, forcing myself to remain calm. I knew I should just walk out of the door. But, I also knew I needed to tell him that I had figured out his deception once again. I needed to let him know that he had hurt me once more. I needed to make him know that I now hated him more than ever.

"He was the same. He hadn't changed. He was the same manipulative Romeo who had always hurt me in the past." I thought.

My hands squeezed into tight fists. I headed towards the door of the guest room, expecting the worst. I was determined to face whatever awaited me on the other side. I heaved a sigh of relief when I realized the door wasn't locked. I flung it open.

My gasp escaped my lips at the sight before me.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed. My brain was completely blank, save for one four - letter word.