So, my cell phone rings.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Karz. Long time.”
I shift from my seat. And I feel my eyes roll instantly.
“What do you want, jerk?”
“Aww… Didn’t miss me?”
“Go to hell!” I was actually tempted to put the cell phone down on him, but I guess no matter how hard I try, he wouldn’t hear the bang. So, I opted to stay on the line and bash every stupid remark he has to say to me. So, I begin to say:
“Time did not change you one bit, eh? You’re still the same-old prick with no balls to accept the fact that a simple girl could break your heart to pieces.”
I felt victorious!
“Well, you see, Karz…”
I started to butt in, “Will you stop calling me that? I’m not your pet!”
“Why so angry? Still not over me, I guess?” he smirked. I swear I felt that stupid smirk.
“Oh please, I don’t go for bullsh*t guys with no balls and a freaky lifestyle. Besides, how can I not be over you when I was never in-love with you? What? You’re also that dumb?”
“Oh.”
I smiled at my reply, the sweet taste of revenge. I get a small twinge of guilt but I opened the duct and let everything he did to me flow in, it was an instant adrenaline rush to continue the crush.
“So, sir. I wish you all the bad luck in this world, and I pray to God you live a long, long life. Too long, in fact. Things would have been better off without your needless lies and fantasies.”
And I put down the cell phone, happy and contented with myself. I felt a pat on my back, and I looked over my shoulder and saw myself flashing a huge smile at me.
Then I snap out of my dream.
Shit.
Well, I’m posting this here for you and some people to read, Jems. I would tell this straight to your face if I wanted to hear your voice, yet, I wouldn’t inflict hell on myself with just the thought of you.
Please… go to hell. Or somewhere I can’t see you or feel your presence.
NOTICE: Please don’t judge my anger. If you knew what the whole story was, you’d think this wouldn’t do any justice.
