Prologue – The Things We Believe In and Reality
MARK
“I like him, not you.”
Just a phrase that had definitely been stuck in my head for a long time. They were the only words the other person had said to me, because he wanted the meaning to be unmistakable. I heard it loud and clear, like he was saying it over and over again, damn it. It hurt so much I thought I was going to collapse.
“Ummm…” I wasn’t sure who it was, maybe because I was drunk or because I thought the person next to me was Bar, the guy who had just rejected me mercilessly.
“Ah, P’Bar…” I shouted, before sticking my face into his neck, which smelled of liquor, just like me.
I realized I was drunk. After being rejected, I was there to drink alone. My friends had offered to join me to look after me, but I just wanted to be alone and drown my sorrows in alcohol.
“Don’t stagger.” It was a ferocious voice from the person next to me. I smiled sweetly to myself, I had come there alone, so why was I leaving with Bar?
“P’Bar… I… gulp… I really like you.” I slowly stopped walking so I could talk to the person next to me, but he didn’t even seem interested. The words I was saying were the same as the ones I had already said to him.
After pushing him towards a car in the parking lot, I buried my face in the side of his throat again. I was surprised because he was as tall as me, but it didn’t matter, I moved my nose along his neck again.
“Idiot, I’m not Bar.” The frantic voice however didn’t make me more aware, in fact, the more I heard his name, the more I missed that boy.
“Be P’Bar… to me…” Looking at him, I wasn’t entirely sure who he was, but those eyes looking at me made me miss P’Bar even more.
“Seriously, if you were really P’Bar, what would you do?”
“I want you, I don’t want anyone else to have you. No matter how beautiful they are or how loving they are, you can only belong to me.”
After my speech, I pushed my lips against hers which were warm, kissing them delicately, before entering with my tongue. It was difficult because he kept refusing, but I didn’t give up, I kept fighting with him to kiss him. The more he pushed me away, the stronger my emotions grew and I wanted him.
“Curse! Stupid idiot.” He pushed me hard, knocking me to the ground, before punching me in the face. I looked up at the person who was shaking with so much anger.
“Why don’t you like me? Would it kill you to feel something for me?” I screamed at him who was standing above me. He cursed angrily before walking over to me to grab me by the collar and drag me upwards until we were close together.
“You want it so bad huh? OK well.”
“Uh…” My eyes widened when his warm lips met mine. I bit my bottom lip, until I had no choice but to open my mouth. His sharp eyes continued to stare at me and I found it difficult to understand the meaning. Was he angry? Annoyed? Or did he pity me? But one thing was for sure…
These are not the eyes I like to look at.
It wasn’t Bar.
