Peter's POV

"I don't care what the hell your bullshit excuses are! If you saw what she looks like now, your heart would break into pieces." Rooble raises his voice at me.

"To put it lightly, she looks like she got ran over by a train... multiple times." Daamir sighs.

"That's not putting it lightly." I almost whisper as a pang of guilt shoots through my chest.

"Exactly. That's how bad it is. Thats the most lightest way I can put her condition into words." Munir adds.

"For someone who didn't want a committed relationship, you sure went out of your way to get engaged to a girl we've only heard about about once or twice from you." Rooble's voice is full of disappointment.

"You have to understand, this was planned from before. You know my parents have given me all the freedom and independence I could ask for, this is the one thing they're asking from me and I couldn't say no." I try to explain but no matter what I say, I can't even convince myself of anything.

"That's still not a good enough reason! You shouldn't have started anything with Amara in the first place then!" Daamir yells.

"I didn't think I would get so fucking serious about her!" I wanted to scream.

"Serious?" Munir scoffs. "Were you ever serious about her? Or are you just lying to yourself now?"

"I was-I wasn't serious about her at first." I admit. "I just found her... challenging. She was intriguing for someone like me, who can get a girl by just batting my eyes lashes."

"So, your plan was to make her interested only to reject her?" Rooble asks.

"No! I never thought she'd actually become interested. I truly thought I wasn't her type. Neither did I think she was mine. But then... I started to spend more and more time with her and before I know it, all I could think about was her." I rest my head on my hands. I don't even have the guts to look up to meet anyone's eyes.

"Romeo, oh, Romeo is in deep shit." Daamir rolls his eyes.

Rooble sighs and rests a hand on my shoulder. "Man... I don't know... your situation is just so... Maybe you could talk to her about it, though I highly doubt her assassins of friends will let you even get within 20 feet of Amara."

"And if you do get close enough to her... well, you'll get assassinated." Daamir points out.

"You're so guys supportive." I groan.

"You brought this mess upon yourself, we're only telling the truth." Munir

"Oh yeah! I forgot to ask, did you buy the Uno cards for Amara's place?" Daamir suddenly asks.

"What are you talking about?" I raise my brows in confusion.

"We're going to Amara's tomorrow to cheer her up because of how upset you made her." Munir points out.

"Don't you just love cleaning up Peter's messes?" Daamir says sarcastically.

"Great!" I stand up from the couch as an idea pops up in my head. "Ask her if she's going to school the day after."

"No. We're not letting you meet her." Rooble is heavily against it.

"Please?" I beg.

"No." He replies sternly.

"Pretty please?" I pout.

"Okay, fine." He sighs, knowing he can't say no to me when I'm like this. "But if you get caught, we were never a part of this."

"They'll never know you had a part in this." I wink.

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Amara's POV

"W-what are you doing here?" My voice begins shaking heavily.

"Amara, I want–" He begins but I cut him off.

I shut the door in his face. Not out of anger or anything but because it happened out of instinct.

"Please open the door." He begs from the other side.

I don't say anything, I have nothing to say.

"Let me explain myself. You deserve an explanation." He says softly.

Damn right I deserve an explanation but I'm afraid that if I open that door, I might run right back into his arms because the wound is still fresh and my feelings are as alive as ever.

"Amara, please." His voice cracks and my heart couldn't take it.

I sigh and slowly open the door.

"Thank you." He says with a sad smile.

Once I close the door to turn to face him, he takes a few seconds to study me.

"You've been crying."

Obviously.

"I'm so sorry I did this to you."

"Are you really sorry? Or was this the plan the whole time?" There's edge in my voice, but really, I'm just biting back from bursting into tears again.

"All my life-"

"Are you really going to give me some sob story so I can forgive you and you can just move on with someone else while I just crumble away?"

"What? No, that's not-"

"But that's always the case, no?" I inch closer to Peter. "The boy breaks girl's heart, the girl is going through shit, boy realizes too late of the consequences for his actions, boy comes back with a bullshit sob story, and girl just accepts it, thinking she shouldn't have judged without knowing the full story when in reality everything could've been fixed before the damage even occurred."

"Isn't that what you're here to do?" I'm so close to him that I can feel his uneven breathing. "Damage control? To make it look like you had no choice? Or that it was unavoidable?"

For the first time in my life, I saw Peter physically speechless. I hadn't realized I literally have him cornered like a predator corners their prey.

He looks like he was about to fall from imbalance. He looks almost... helpless.

I was shocked at myself for everything I said. I didn't realize how much I was holding inside of myself until now.

I quickly back away. "The point is, Peter, if you had just told me any of this sooner rather than I find out in the most painful way later, I could have handled it better."

"Amara... I... I'm so sorry."

"Is that all?" I ask as sternly as possible.

His eyes become empty, he doesn't say anything, neither does a he nod or anything. He opens the door and leaves himself.

I was a bit disappointed he wasn't his usual stubborn self and told me what he needed to anyways. But I was also extremely harsh on him... maybe his explanation would've made a difference but maybe it wouldn't have. I guess I'll never know.

It's better this way, right? This way, I cut off our relationship directly and harshly so we never have a chance, not like we ever did.

Why do I feel like I should've let him say something? Why is this whole thing making me feel so disappointed? Why does my heart feel a little more heavier than it did before?

I know the answer, but I'm too afraid to say it out loud.

I'm heartbroken that we'll never have a chance to be together.

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A/N: what do you think about what Amara said? Is she telling the truth? Was she a little too harsh?

Next Update: Monday, August 5, 2019.

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