Stella’s point of view.
*Stella And Megan’s Apartment**
Megan narrowed her eyes, and glared at her after she’s told me how her day went. I mean, I could already imagine how irked she must have been.
We’ve just finished eating dinner, and we’re currently in the living room chilling.
“I’m glad you find my misery funny” she spat out as I wouldn’t stop laughing.
I nodded. “Yeah, it’s so f**king funny” I continued laughing.
She folds her arms on her chest, leaned back on her sofa, threw her head back and left me alone, to laugh until I’ve had enough.
It was at that moment I knew that I’m beginning to annoy her, and I quickly advised myself to shut my mouth or else, I will face the consequences later.
“But seriously, Megan, that man is foolishly in love with you” I told Megan.
Her brows furrowed, and her mouth fell open, as though she couldn’t believe what just proceeded from my mouth.
“Really? You call that love? You call bullying someone, loving that someone?”
I nodded, which made her scoffed and roll her eyes.
“Just tell me watermelons have wings and they can fly too”
“It’s true, Meg”
She unfolded her arms, stretched them forward, and showed me how red, and sour they are, from arranging too many files.
“Is this called showing of love?” she shook her head. “I doubt that”
“I’ll be right back” I said.
I sprang up, hurried to the kitchen to get the first aid kit, and rushed back to her in no time.
I searched inside for a massaging balm, I signaled her to place her arms on my lap, and began massaging her soft -even though I was very soft, she wouldn’t stop sniffling and hissing as if she’s in severe pain -dramatic much.
“Most men behave like boys in elementary school. You know, boys in elementary schools, when they want to be friends with a particular girl who doesn’t seem to have their time…”
I paused to check her reaction, thankfully she’s listening to me, but also watching carefully as I massaged her arms -is she scared that I’ll break her bones ?
I continued my explanation anyway.
“… instead of going to them and politely introducing themselves, they would resort to pulling her hair, or even flipping her ear at every chance they get, just to get her attention”
She sighed. “Sadly, that’s not the case of Jonathan”
I wanted to say something, but she held up her right hand and shushed me.
“There’s only one way to end all this” I gave her a questioning look. “I’ll quit the job” she said.
I raised my brows, and gave her the ‘really?’ look, but she nodded and gave no more room for discussion.
I sighed.
“I can’t believe you’re quitting the job you started just today”
“Yeah, I ain’t going to die young because of money…nope, I didn’t sign up for that sh*t”
I simply nodded, gave her thumbs and began packing up the first aid kit, since I’m done massaging her.
“We’ve talked about me” she leaned closer. “Now let’s talk about you” she whispered as though I had some juicy story to tell her.
“I’ve got nothing fun for you”
“Of course you do” she went closer to my ear. “How was your class today?”
I gently pushed her back on her sofa, made her sit properly, and also sat properly on mine.
“My classes ended today”
“Why?” was all that came out of her mouth.
I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know”
I subconsciously pouted my lips as I remembered the scene of him telling me the reasons he’s ending my classes.
“He can’t simply end your classes just like that, did you do something?”
“Nope” I shook my head, pouting my lips even more. “Nothing at all”
“Then what was the reason he gave you?”
My eyes squinted and brows knitted tightly at this point, even my hands were fisted on my laps.
“He said he’s tired of my p*ssy and want to taste others…new ones…fresh ones” I clenched my jaw. “As if mine isn’t fresh!” I gritted out.
“What?”
Now it’s Megan’s turn to squint her eyes and clench her jaw in anger -I know she is imagining Mr. huge d**k in front of her; she’s already stabbing him with the sharpest knife anyone would ever see on earth.
“How dare he say that? Does he know who you are? Does he know men are the ones begging you to f**k them?”
I shrugged.
“Well, it’s good he ended your classes”
Good? What’s f**king good about it?
“At least you can f*k whomever you feel like f*king”
I wish she is right.
I’m not happy at all, I thought I’d be happy, but that’s a big fat like.
Megan stopped talking and began studying me, but I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t realize it on time.
“Hold on a sec, why are you looking upset? Aren’t you supposed to be happy that you’re free to bang anyone of your choice?”
I sighed.
“Yeah, I’m supposed to be happy but…” I trailed off.
“But what?” she urged me to speak.
“I’m not…I’m not happy I feel angry instead, and I don’t understand why” I adjusted on my chair. “Can you believe Jimmy came over, and when he initiated s*x I couldn’t do… I chased him out, and couldn’t stop having this stuffy feeling in my chest… it’s making it somehow hard for me to breathe”
I pushed my hair back, and tucked some hair strands behind my ears.
“What the h*ll is going on with me? Why am I f**king feeling this way?”
There was a long silence between us, none of us had nothing to say, then she suddenly gasped, and grabbed my shoulders so tightly with a creepy smile on her face.
“You’re in love with him!” she exclaimed excitedly.
“In love with him? Who? Jimmy?” I asked with a frown.
“No, dummy” she flicked my forehead lightly. “You’re in love with your s*x teacher”
“Me? In love with him?” I scoffed and slapped her hands away from my shoulder. “Nope, I don’t think so. You know, I don’t do love, I don’t believe in that sh*t”
I mean, how can I love someone when I don’t believe in love? Love and I have nothing in common.
“You just said you’re having a stuffy feeling in your chest, and it’s making it hard for you to breathe, right?
I nodded.
“Let me ask you one more thing, does your heart beat increase Every time you think of him?”
My heart beating suddenly increased immediately she asked me this question, I reached out, and touched my chest as though it’ll make it stop, but it didn’t.
“I guess that’s a yes”
I nodded, then she clapped excitedly as if she’s won a lottery.
“You’re definitely in love with him, darling, you’re in love with him!”
I frowned at her logic of love, then shook my head in disagreement.
“I’m not in love”
“Then how do you explain your heart beat and that stuffy feeling?” she asked.
I cleared my throat, getting ready to explain things clearly to her this time.
“The stuffy feeling I’m having is because I can’t believe he’s dumping my sweet p*ssy for some dried and expired p*ssy…”
“That’s jealousy” she cut in with a teasing smirk.
“… and my heart beat is because I’m so mad at him and can’t wait to teach him a lesson he’d never forget”
She rolled her eyes and shook her head.
“That’s love and jealousy, darling”
“For f**k sake it’s not, why can’t you understand the simple explanation I just gave you?”
I’m starting to feel so frustrated by her, she seems to be getting the wrong point of things.
“You’re in denial”
“I’m not”
“You’re, and that’s because you don’t know what love is”
It’s official, she’s getting on my nerves. I threw her a glare, and she quickly raised her hands in surrender, then did that invisible zip thing to show she won’t say another word.
I sighed and closed my eyes…I wonder how his dinner is going. Is he done yet? Wait, why am I thinking about him again?