===== Chapter 19   [ Part 2 ] =====

"Babe?" Julia whispers.

"Don't fucking call me babe, Julia. Didn't I already tell you that we're over." Gerald roughly lets go of her. Her heartbroken expression is totally pitiful; looking at her, she's in the verge of tears. Julia stubbornly tries to take back his hands, pleading for him to accept her; but he's not taking it.

"Julia, stop! I don't love you, okay?! And why the fuck are you guys bullying (Y/N)?" Gerald pushes the other two girls away from you, and you can only awkwardly stand over there, accepting his help. Perceiving the red marks that have left been by those girls' sharp nails, the man spares you an apologetic look.

"You ok there?"

"Am I?" You sigh. "Your ex is scary."

"Sorry," Gerald sighs out before returning his focus to Julia. The girls looks at you and then to him. Her grey eyes, brimming with tears and anger. Filled with rage, Julia pushes away the comfort of her friends, charging towards her ex boyfriend.

"Is it because of that fucking slut?!" She punches him. Though she wants to hurt him so badly; it is rather too weak to leave any impacts. "That's why you broke up with me?!"

Slowly, she gets tired from all this bullshit. Giving up, Julia looks up as she desperately tries to search in his brown eyes for anything. Anything that will refute his claims right now. Anything that will show that their relationship still has a chance.

He said that he loves her... He said that.

But why? Why? Why can't she see anything in those gorgeous eyes of his?

Gerald really didn't spare her anything... affection nor pity. From the start, Gerald has never cared about her. Julia's just an entertainment to him. All the other girls were.

Slightly pushing her away, he shakes his head, "(Y/N) didn't do anything. It's not because of her. It's me," he sighs, confessing.

"I'm a fuckboy. An asshole. And I don't deserve you."

Julia shakes her head. "No, babe." She softly laughs as she lovingly caresses his cheeks. "You deserve me. I've always known of your fuckboy ways, but I don't care!" She nears her face to his. "I love you—I lov—" Gerald retreats, taking a step back.

"I don't, so stop."

Julia presses her lips.

"So that's it? You don't really love me? Not even once? You just lied?" Julia softly asks; her voice, cracking as she does so. Gerald is about to give his answer, but she has enough. She walks away, not even daring to listen. Seems like it finally processed into her mind. Her other friends follow after footsteps; a look of concern etched across their faces.

Gerald pays no heed to his ex and her friends. After he gets them to leave, he quickly turns to you. You aren't paying attention to their chit-chat though as you begin occupying yourself with cleaning your mess. The guy sighs and begins to help you.

"I'm sorry about that."

"You really should be..." With all the trash in hand, you then walk towards the garbage bin. Gerald follows you behind like a puppy. "Because of you, Julia's starting to target me. You should better stop talking to me." After properly disposing the trash, you turn to him. The look written on your face, serious as hell. Though you don't mind Gerald's constant pesters, you mind about his ex girlfriend.

Now Julia is thinking that you stole Gerald from her... Which, by the way, will never happen. The fuckboy is never into you— will never— as he is quite deeply in love with Peach. He is only talking to you because of Peach; and for that, you don't understand the playboy's logic because Peach is not exactly friends with you anymore...

"But I need you, (Y/N). You're my only key for her to reciprocate my feelings back!" Gerald childishly cries, making you roll your eyes.

"No. Can't you see she hates me?!" You argue, feeling slightly vexed. It has been two weeks now, and Peach barely tried to acknowledge your existence. He should perceive that himself, but he's rather too idiotic for his own good.

You thought that he'll retort back but hear nothing from Gerald's side. Turning to him, you see the fuckboy, this time, pestering Peach. He smiles, looking obviously so infatuated by the white-haired girl. The pathetic young man tries to entertain her, but he's helplessly failing as Peach only gets annoyed by him.

Watching the blue-eyed girl, you feel sadness bloom in your heart. Loneliness swell within you. Though you're somehow already used to this isolation, you just cannot help but be sad...

You already lost Kielle; now, you're also in the process.. of slowly losing her.

"Fuck off!!" Peach curses, trying to swat this annoying insect off from her. As Peach turns her head to the side, she accidentally meets your gaze...

Your gaze...

She quickly looks away. Pressing her lips, she quickens her pace as she forgets to spit out more cusses. Her man, of course, immediately notices his dear's sudden change of mood. Curious, he then spots you. Before Gerald can even call out your name, Peach grabs his wrist and pulls him with her.

"What are you doing? We're gonna be late."

"Oh yeah..." Gerald sheepishly grins. "Sorry." He then doesn't look at your direction anymore as he blissfully allows his beloved to pull him to somewhere. You just watch them in silence.