YOU CAN HAVE THE GIRL

I spotted Sonya's blue Mercedes C300 from afar and waited for her to pull up into the parking space in front of her department block you.

She got out of the car, picked up her purse, and headed toward the entrance.

Wearing a deep blue halter-neck dress that stopped just above her pretty knees.

"Sonya!"

I grabbed her right hand, stopping her from getting any further away from me.

She flinched and turned. When she saw it was me, her expression softened, and a small smile appeared on her lips.

"Hi, Percy. I didn't see you there," she said, taking my hand.

"Yeah. You didn't," I replied flatly.

Her smile faded when I didn't return it.

A few seconds of silence passed between us.

We just stared at each other.

"Why are you avoiding me?"

"I'm not avoiding you."

"Then what are you trying to do?"

As much as I wanted her to say something meaningful, deep down, I knew there was nothing she could say to excuse the fact that she was cheating on me.

She lied to me.

Ignored me.

Made me do something I'd never imagined I would do.

Sonya sighed and rubbed her forehead.

"Look, Percy, I really don't have time for this. My presentation starts in forty minutes. I still have to rehearse for thirty minutes before..." She spoke quickly, glancing at her wristwatch.

I let go of her hand.

My chest was beginning to ache.

Is this really how she planned to treat me?

"Every damn time it's rehearsals and work. Are you really that busy? So busy that you couldn't reply to a single text?" I asked, struggling to keep my voice down.

Yeah. You were too busy for me, but somehow you had time to go on dates and crawl into bed with a dangerous man.

"I'm... really sorry, Percy. I don't know what to do. I'm really..." She trailed off, and for a brief moment, I thought I saw regret flash across her eyes.

"You're really what, Sonya?!"

Just say something.

Anything but that.

"Really busy."

I blinked rapidly as tears welled in my eyes.

"Busy with this?"

I handed her the crumpled invitation card.

Sonya froze.

It was as if her feet had been nailed to the ground.

I'd spent the entire week thinking.

Thinking and hoping I wouldn't have to do this.

Hoping everything would somehow work itself out and we'd never have to have this breakup conversation.

I loved her.

I really did.

But my chest hurt so much.

It hurt every time I remembered that night—the night I saw those damn shoes in her apartment.

The night my perfect life began to fall apart.

"Where... where on earth did you get this?" she whispered.

I watched her stare at the invitation again and again...

As if she were seeing it for the first time.

"Does it look strange to you? Sonya, that's the invitation to your engagement party."

"I know... I just... who gave this to you?" she asked, panic and confusion filling her voice.

“It's fine. Give that to me.” I collected the paper from the stunned lady and stuffed it in my pocket.

“Lets… let's just break…” I swallowed.

The words were strangling me.

“Let's break up.” I finally said it.

She dropped her shoulders in defeat.

“Yes. Let's do it. It's the right thing to do.” She nodded.

Fuck.

It's that all? She wouldn't even try to hold on to me?

No, it's better this way.

If she tries to hold on, I might give in and beg her to take me into her arms.

“Percy, I'm really sorry we ended up this way.” She cleared her throat and spoke slowly.

“I'm sorry I cheated on you, but I won't ask you to forgive me.”

“I won't.” I replied sharply.

“It's okay. I'm really sorry and thanks.

Thanks for everything.”

She lowered her head and walked away.

“So…” I bit my lips to prevent myself from calling out to her.

Fuck. This hurts so bad.

I tried to walk away after watching her leave, but my legs were too heavy.

When it finally decided to move, I hailed a cab and found myself at my dormitory.

It was quiet, most of the occupants—including Dave, had gone to their respective classes.

But I couldn't. I just wanted to lie down and sleep.

I wanted a long, deep sleep.

Just then, a phone call came in.

It was my mom. I let it ring for a while before picking.

“Hi mom”

“Hello sweetie” she cheered from the other side of the phone.

“How are you mum?”

“Haha… this old woman is doing fine, how about you, my baby?”

I chuckled. She calls herself old whenever she's lonely and needs us to come home.

“I'm… I'm fine.”

“good boy. Have you had your breakfast?”

“Yeah.” I whispered.

I wish I could see her face.

Maybe I should go home for the weekend.

“That’s great. Did Delvin reach out to you?”

“Huh? No.”

“That brat. If you happened to get in touch with him. Tell him to come home immediately.”

“Alright mom, I'll.”

“Thanks dearie. Make sure to eat your meals on time okay?”

“Also come home this weekend, will you? Come along with your girlfriend, it's nice having her around.”

I squeezed my fist.

Yes. I'll, bye mom.”

“Bye sweetie.”

The call ended with a beep. I slumped on my bed.

I need to sleep. Maybe when I wake up this pain won't be there anymore.

Shutting my eyes, I tried to force my ranting brain to fall asleep.

It just won't.

I turned to the other side of the bed and snuggled in.

My phone beeped again. Who was it?

I picked it up with tired eyes.

-IGNORING ME, AREN'T YOU?-

“Fuck.” I swore.

It was a text from that bastard.

Rowen Regnald.

What the fuck does he wants from me again?

Didn't he have enough fun toying with me?

-YOU CAN HAVE THE GIRL- I texted back.

-HUH? NOT FUN-

-STFU AND GET OFF MY DAMN PHONE-

-EASY BOY. YOU SHOULD KNOW BY NOW, THAT I WANT YOU-

-WELL, I REALLY DON'T WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOU, OKAY?-

-YOU WILL. SOON-

-NO I WON'T-

-REALLY?-

What breed of crazy is this guy? He's totally sick in the head.

I hissed and tossed my phone away.

It beeped again. Twice.

Can't he just forget about me? What's his fucking problem?

I picked it up. Ready to block him.

Holy Christ!

What I saw next, made me fling the phone across the room.