Blaire's POV

"Come on! Now get off. She's my girl," Christian fumed.

"Oh! Christian." 

"How are you brother," the boy said as he got off of me and extended a hand towards me.

"Fine," Christian said, twitching his lips upward.

"By the way, I'm Justin," he said as he extended a hand towards me. I passed a fake accepting smile and got up from the floor muttering a low 'thank you'.

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The morning came knocking on the window. I leapt out of the bed and opened the door to let a surprise greet me.

“Hello, girlfriend." 

There were a spark and a cheerfulness in his voice. He stood there with a bunch of balloons. He knew how to make the day.

“Well, my boyfriend. You aren't yet the world's best boyfriend, " I said, being a little dramatic.

“Oh! I see,” he said stepping in.

“Well, then who is?"  He asked as he pulled me towards him and caged me. I was literally pasted to the wall, his hand slid down my arms to my waist and then slowly tiptoed upwards to my back. The sparks lightened the fire as I shivered. Chills ran up my backbone and current flowed in my veins as ravishingly scrumptious euphoria hit me. His warm breath teased my skin. He pulled me closer so we stood chest to chest, his breath was as fast as mine. His hand slid down to my hips and after a firm squeeze, he picked me up.

Just like that.

My legs automatically wrapped around his waist and he planted slow feathery kisses on my neck to my shoulder. I didn't even realise when we walked us to the bed until my back hit the soft plush mattress. The trail of kisses went down as he opened the first button of my nightsuit. My back arched and stomach sunk every time his lips touched my skin. Soft moans escaped my lips, my eyes were shut but my brain came knocking in.

“Chris, the door,” I reacted to his touch, “fuck, it's open.”

“Fuck,” he muttered and leapt down.

I still laid down as I watched him groan and annoyed. He walked around awkwardly and I continued to laugh as I made up my buttons again.

“What do I do with this?” he said adjusting his pants, “Fuck,” he muttered, and finally slouched on the bed, over me.

I slipped beneath him and ran out of the door. With all the relationships unfolded, Christian was no enemy to my parents. We sat on the breakfast table discussing how our jaguars won the last match against The Meyer's Tigers. Actually Christian was bragging about his charming win to my dad. We finished our breakfast and left. Christian drove me to the shoot destination.

“Sunshine,” he called when I got out of the car.

I turned back while he came and stood in front of me. He took my hands in his and started, “I'll be eager to see the whole auditorium filled with your snaps on the winter ball night, sunshine. Good luck.”

I thought that was all but apparently, it wasn't, he continued, “You can't even imagine what you're to me. You mean the world to me. The one who bounded me to change myself. Into someone worthy, someone better, someone perfect for you. Someone your parents would've chosen for you. And I'll be I promise, sunshine,” he paused and exhaled loudly, “I'll not let our beautiful world fall apart. I'll try my best to keep it all together. The centre will hold, as long as we both are the centre,” he smiled and then let my hands go.

I smiled back at him and nodded. 

“Good luck for the game, captain,” I said over my shoulder.

“You'll be there in time right?” he asked at the top of his lungs.

“Sure,” I yelled back at him from the distance as he walked back to the car and drove off.

When I walked into the stadium, it was already halfway through the game. I made my way to the stands and noticed there was something wrong in Christian's rhythm. They were even lacking behind. I looked around trying to figure out what was wrong. Although I didn't even exchange any word with Christian, I could easily tell that he was worried and he wasn't in the game either.

Was he finding someone among the spectators?

His eyes roamed around the stands and then finally landed on me. A smile broke out on his face while the bell for halftime rang.

I realised he was worried because I was late. He really had serious trust issues. He was back into the game with his flare and aggression. After a couple of baskets, we took the lead and then it was as if the dice was always in our court. I saw the odd change in the team selection as James wasn't playing. It was totally out of my mind why Christian wasn't playing with all his first-choice players.

But all of my suspicions were negligible when the school went on celebrating another win. After all the hustle-bustle, Christian informed me that James threw a party in the evening. Although I felt a little strange about the factor of James throwing a party although he wasn't playing in the first place but didn't express any of it.

                             
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We were at the party that evening. We all sat together except Chris and James when a girl, probably a cheerleader from another team whined, “Christian is as hot as he was last year. It would be fun to get underneath him.”

As soon as I heard it, something just went off, anger boiled in me.

How dare she! Who gave her the right to speak about Christian that way!

"What the fuck did you say?" I asked, turning towards her group of girls.

"Why the heck are you having problems?" She snapped back.

"'Cause I'm his girlfriend," I literally yelled and they laughed out at unison as if it was the joke of the decade. Jase and Soph squeezed my hand.

"Christian Woods? And girlfriend? Funny huh! Oh, come on! Don't fool around, all right?"

"I'm certainly not, 'cause I'm his girlfriend," I declare looking into her eyes with confidence.

"Alright, did you see him since you walked into this party?” she asked.

My smile faltered and eyebrows furrowed.

"No, right?" She taunted.

I averted my eyes.

“He might be busy with his mates. All this is dedicated to their consecutive wins,” I defended.

"Oh! Really? He's busy? I see. Look, girl, I feel extremely sorry for you as you look unknown to the fact but can you just check the room in the immediate left, upstairs.” he said imperatively.

My eyebrows knitted together and creases of doubt appeared on my forehead. I stared at them for a moment and then turned back. I met Jase Sophia and Duncan's eyes. They all nodded agreeing that I should just really go and check. 

I ran upstairs and stood Infront of the dimly lit room. The door was open. The mirror on the wall called my attention when I saw the reflection of Christian. I stepped inside the room and looked on the opposite wall to find Christian with a girl leaning against the wall. Her hands roamed all over him and his lips unravelled her. For a moment, I couldn't even believe my eyes. I was hurt. With a muffled sob, I quietly left the room. Narrow streams of water rolled down my cheeks. I gripped the railing and stood on the staircase momentarily, trying to balance myself. 

“Why?” I asked in a whisper.

“How could you, Jamie?” my voice was soft as a feather.

I have always thought that our love was something different. Something much more than some usual teen romance. Then when we found out that we ourselves were Jimmy & Jamie, we knew that we were destined to be together. Long lost childhood love, it was. I wondered how people could hurt their own people so casually. Actually, it's easier if we notice it carefully.

It's easier to hurt the people who are the closest to you.

Without noticing any other thing around me, I left. I ran out of the patio and hit the road. I knew anything could happen with the volcano erupting in my head but I didn't care.

A lot of hands gripped my neck and I suffocated, I wanted to breathe but as if the air even denied to come to me. I wanted to scream but I couldn't, voice clogged in my throat. My heart pounded and just wanted to explode, explode out in pain.

This can't be Christian, that Christian who changed for me I believe, in the last three months. Christian who kissed my forehead every morning, who took care of me when I was hurt, who tied my shoelaces, the one who fed me, the one who asked me out in the pool, no he can't be. But...

But the sad reality was it's him!

"Why?" I yelled at the top of my lungs as I punched on the steering wheel.

"Why did you do this to me?"

"Maybe heartbreak would have been far better than cheating on me. You shouldn't have done this, Christian," I said directing him.

I came to an abrupt halt and ran inside. Not paying any heed to any of my parents, I locked myself up in my room.

"Maybe I was too easy to fool around, maybe I was just too naive to play around and maybe I was just too close and within your reach," I said, sitting alone in the room, maybe in the whole building and talked to myself, my conscience.

"All right, I was just a little bastard who couldn't resist your charismatic looks. And guess what? It's all my fault. All of it! Jasmine did warn me but I? I was so damn foolish, I went against it!”

How could you do this to me Christian?

How could you?

All of these were false?

Did you act all of it?

Is it possible Christian?

I cried out, letting out all the pain and anger, my knuckles were bruised and cut open as I punched the wall. I stood up, water still rolling down my heated cheeks. I kicked the table on the way and ended up with a sprain in return. There wasn't any life left in me. It's as if someone took my soul away, leaving me just with a lifeless body. The feeling of a zombie was becoming more accurate. I fell on the floor and stared hard at the ceiling. It was as if the whole world was conspiring against me to hurt me with the turn of events at each junction of life. Today if Lily would have been here, maybe my situation won't be that bad. She would handle me and without letting me know would share half of my pain. Having a best friend in life was a blessing and I realised the importance then. Moreover, I wouldn't be here in the first place, if Lily was still alive. Christian wouldn't even be there in my life. That night brought so much shit into my life and created all this bullshit with some junk people.

"Why me?" I yelled again.

Although screaming won't help, I screamed at the top of my voice as if someone was stabbing me every second.