Kristen's POV:
I came back home, feeling very tired, school was very tiring too, they were all staring at me like I've killed somebody, specially Damien, Damien looked very sad, at first he had wanted to sit with me and Natalie in the cafeteria, but as I shook my head 'No' he nodded sadly and sat somewhere else.
Natalie noticed it too, so I had no choice but to explain everything, she was shocked at first, then she was angry because she thought Damien had absolutely no excuse to do what he did, as Natalie has said I was a good girlfriend to him, so he had no excuse to cheat on me.
I sighed and bit my lip, if only I had a crush on Richard, things would have been much easier.
I heard the door crack open, so I ran towards it with a huge grin on my face, but as soon as I saw the person my smile dropped, and my heart was pounding against my chest.
The person who had a key to our house, was not Richard. It was someone else.
Someone whom I didn't ever want to see again, what was her name?
Now I remember, her name was Sarah.
She was the one who was making out with Richard every time she had a chance to, she was the one who ate my pizza, I tried to not feel jealous and angry but I couldn't bring myself to stop.
"what are you doing here?" I asked her rather calmly. The blonde smiled and walked towards me, with her heels clicking, she had red lipstick all over her lips, dark eyeshadow, her heels were actually very high. I don't know how she had managed to walk in them, and she had the world's shortest skirt on, it was hugging her thighs and butt perfectly, if she sit down, it's definitely gonna show everything, oh and let's not forget she was wearing a see through tank top.
Honestly she looked like a prostitute, a very beautiful and happy prostitute.
Beautiful because she looked amazing, even if she wears baggy clothes and doesn't even put on makeup, I'm sure she will still look incredible. And she looked happy, and I assumed she was happy, because she had Richard, I mentally slapped myself for thinking of him now.
Then I couldn't help but wonder, would Richard forget about me if he sees this gorgeous girl again? He is a guy after all.
" I'm just here to see my boyfriend, where is he?" she said, her voice was like music, which made me feel nauseous and very insecure.
"your boyfriend?" I asked, with a raised eyebrow.
"Richard? My boyfriend? Your fake husband? Do you still not understand what I'm saying?" she said in a 'duh' voice.
I sighed and tried to calm down, come on Kristen, breathe in, breathe out. Remember Richard is in love with you, there is no need to feel self-conscious. But it' not like I have a crush on Richard, why do I even feel threatened by this girl?
"So, where is he?" she asked again.
"probably at college, do you want me to tell him anything?" I asked, surprised by my own calmness.
"Oh, just tell him, that I've missed him, and I've missed his touch and I would welcome him tonight in our usual place at 11 PM" she said , and smiled warmly at me "you're very lucky you know, to get to see him every day and night, if I were in your place, I would have been the happiest girl alive"
I was about to open my mouth and tell her to stop talking and get out of my house, but she was out in a minute, I heard the door get closed, I sighed, and sat down on the couch, millions of things going through my mind.
I thought of everything Sarah said, she was right, I should be happy, but I'm not, what if Richard chooses her over me? Now that I think of it, why am I even thinking of Richard this much?
I sighed and felt a tear rolling down my cheek, my subconscious is right, I do like Richard, a lot. And more than a friend.
I grabbed my iPhone and decided to text him, I didn't want to call him , because I was too afraid of listening to his voice.
Hey, Sarah was here, she said she would like to meet you tonight at your usual place, at 11PM.
There was no reply, that afternoon , I had my lunch alone, I decided to do my homework and do some cooking, but every time, I touched anything, I was always reminded of Richard. The kitchen reminded me so much of him, even my homework reminded me of him.
I cooked dinner for the two of us, but it was 7 PM, and Richard was no where to be found, I tried to watch television, but I was soon distracted when I was looking at the clock this much.
8 PM: still no sign of Richard.
9PM: I gulped, Richard wasn't answering his phone, which made me even more worried.
10 PM: still nothing.
11 PM: I was trying my best not to cry at this moment, it was 12:34, when I finally heard the door crack open, I couldn't help but jog towards the door, Richard was there, he looked very tired, and he had some bruises under his eyes, and he was limping.
"Richard, where were you? Why the hell did you not answer your damned phone?" I shouted at him, he just stared at me and smiled warmly.
" I'm very tired, we'll talk tomorrow" he said in a whisper, he was about to go to his room, but I grabbed his arm, I needed him to listen to my frustration. I needed to yell at him all night, for freaking me out and nit answering his phone, but mostly I wanted him to feel bad that he has slept with Sarah.
"I need answers, NOW. where were you?" I yelled, Richard just sighed, and ran his hand through his already messy hair, making it even more messier.
" I don't want to answer" he said calmly. And that made my tears flow, just like a river.
"Oh, so you don't even give a shit about your friend, who is waiting until midnight, for you to come home? And who is freaking out, at least you could have told me that you were with her, I would have been less worried" I lied, I would have been making plans on how to kill her, with my own hands.
"Her?!" Richard asked dumbfoundedly, then his eyes widened and he rolled his eyes, he sighed in frustration.
"You think I've slept with Sarah?" Richard asked "of all the things you could have misunderstood, you really think I'm that low?" He was shouting now. I was shocked by the tone of his voice which I have never heard.
"Of course you did, I sent you the text, and it's written all over your face" I yelled back at him.
"What text are you talking about?" He yelled " I have lost my phone"
"wh-what? I asked calmly, this couldn't make sense " Then where were you all day?" I asked my voice rising again.
" it's none of your business" he hissed.
" do you know how much I was worried about you? You could have at least called me using your friend's phone, but I guess you don't give a shit about me" I yelled, by the time I said that, I was a mess,I was sobbing, my face was all wet, from tears. Richard bit his bottom lip and sighed in frustration.
"You think I don't give a shit about you? How about this? I was at the police station until midnight because I was beating the crap out of Kyle for doing what he did to you back then, I couldn't just let him go" Richard said angrily.
"Why would you do it? I never asked you to" I shouted at him, still sobbing.
"Because I fucking love you!" Richard yelled. My eyes widened, I knew that someday if Richard confesses his love, things might change between us, and this is the day I was worried about.
" I love you! " he said again, but this time calmly,He kept staring at me, and I kept staring at him too, his eyes full of love, and there was a tear drop on his cheek which I wanted to wipe badly.
