“That little bitch hole! How dare he reject you like that? That fucking dick face potato shit!” Pam yelled causing Devon to burst out laughing. I had to admit that what she said was really funny and it made me smile a little through the tears.
Devon, Kenneth and Pam were all surrounding me trying to make me feel better as I had cried for three hours straight. And it was finally working. I felt a whole lot better with all of them there. Even with Kenneth here. He was being really supportive even though he hated how I felt about Dimitri, and I really appreciated that.
“But like seriously, he can’t just go and compliment Isabella and then reject her like that!” She exclaimed, causing Devon to agree. Kenneth just looked really pissed off.
I reached out and placed my hand on his arm, causing him to turn his head and look at me. “You don’t have to stay here. I’ll be fine.” I said to him. I knew how hurt he felt and hearing me talk about how I loved Dimitri was not making him feel better.
“No, that fucking asshole decided to hurt you. I’m not going to let him keep hurting you like that. I will stay here as long as I need to, to make sure you’re okay and to make sure you don’t start crying again.” Kenneth said grabbing my hand in his, and giving it a small squeeze.
“Thank you.” I said squeezing his hand back.
“I don’t understand this. He got really jealous when you were dancing with that Sean dude. He even went after you to make sure you were okay, which I doubt he does for anyone. And then on top of that, he spent the rest of his evening all with you Isabella. I was so sure he liked you.” Pam exclaimed in annoyance.
“He’s scared. That has to be the reason because I thought he liked Isabella too.” Devon started before turning to look at me. “It’s actually quiet obvious he likes you Bella. But all I’m guessing is that he’s scared. Because he did say that he thought you were pretending to love him so you could hurt him. That has to mean he’s lying and that he probably does love you back.” Devon suggested causing me to shake my head.
“But after that he said that it didn’t matter because he didn’t like me anyways.” I said, proving Devon’s theory wrong.
“Yeah but he could just be saying that. Maybe he doesn’t want you to know he actually likes you back because he’s too scared to try a relationship with you.” Devon said causing Kenneth to agree. Pam agreed too, but I still wasn’t sure.
“It makes sense though.” Devon said, causing me to shrug my shoulders.
“If Dimitri does like Isabella but is too afraid to admit it, then we need to make him jealous. A little jealousy never hurt anyone, am I right?” Pam said causing Devon to agree. “Kenneth, are you willing to help make Dimitri jealous?”
Kenneth sighed, looking like he really didn’t want to help but then agreed. “Fine.” He said.
“Thanks Kenneth, I really appreciate this.” I whispered to him causing him to lean down and press a kiss to my head.
Later on, I was walking down the hallway with Kenneth when we both spotted Dimitri coming our way. I immediately grabbed Kenneth’s hand, feeling really bad that I was making him do this. Kenneth noticed the guilty look on my face and reassured me, saying it was okay. But I still felt horribly bad.
“Now, wipe that look off your face and pretend you’re really happy with me.” Kenneth whispered in my ear. “He’s looking. Laugh.” Kenneth said, and I did as he said and laughed. I could feel Dimitri’s gaze on me, but I pretended that I was so into Kenneth, that I didn’t see him coming our way.
Kenneth then took my hand he was holding and brought it up to his mouth and kissed it. Just then Dimitri walked by us, bumping his arm lightly against mine. I was so tempted to turn around and look at him but I knew he turned around to see if I would look. I wasn’t going to give him that satisfaction. Instead, I kept talking to Kenneth showing fake happiness on my face.
Once we were away from the hallway and in Kenneth’s room, the tears came pouring, because of how pathetic I was. “Isabella, please don’t cry over him. He’ll eventually realize how amazing you are. And if he doesn’t realize that, then he’s really stupid. I mean, how can anyone not see how perfect you are?” Kenneth said, making me feel even worse knowing how much I was hurting him. “And besides didn’t you notice how intensely he was staring at you. He even purposely bumped into you just so your attention would divert off of me and onto him. He’s jealous, Isabella. Very jealous.”
I wiped my tears away and nodded my head. I so hoped this was working. I never realized my feelings for Dimitri were this strong. And I never thought it would hurt this much.
For the next week or so, Kenneth and I had been trying so hard to make Dimitri jealous but it wasn’t working. At this point, I didn’t think Dimitri liked me at all and I was ready to give up as this hurt too much.
“You know what, you guys need to actually kiss in front of him. Flirting in front of him isn’t doing anything.” Devon suggested causing Kenneth to groan.
“Do you not realize how hard it will be for me to kiss her? Especially knowing, she’ll never be mine.” Kenneth said causing Devon to shrug.
“Come on Kenneth. Do this for Isabella. Please.” Pam said causing Kenneth to sigh.
“I hate you.” He said to Pam and Devon before grabbing my hand and taking me out the room.
Devon told us that Dimitri would be leaving his office soon, to go down to dinner. So Kenneth and I set ourselves up near his office. We weren’t standing exactly outside his office because then it’d be very obvious we were trying to make him jealous. So we moved farther down the hallway, where we knew he’d walk by and see us.
As soon as it was 7 pm, Kenneth had me pressed against the wall. We weren’t sure exactly when he was coming so we had to be ready. “Do you think this will work?” I whispered to Kenneth.
“It has to.” Kenneth whispered back, sending me a reassuring smile.
Just then I noticed Dimitri coming and I immediately grabbed Kenneth’s face, pressing my lips to his. We stood like that kissing each other while I hoped so badly that this worked. I needed this to work. Kenneth then proceeded to kiss down my neck. “Fake moan.” He whispered in my ear. I did as he said, knowing I had Dimitri’s full attention now. I wrapped my arms around Kenneth and slipped my hands underneath his shirt trying to make it look like I was really enjoying this.
Suddenly, Dimitri came and pulled Kenneth away from me in complete anger. He looked absolutely furious, but I wasn’t sure if it was because he was jealous or not.
“I told you Isabella, you are not allowed to fucking socialize! Do you not fucking remember?” Dimitri growled out in anger which made me really angry as well. He couldn’t tell me to stop socializing. He didn’t control me and what I did.
“I can do whatever I want Dimitri. You have no right to tell me I can’t socialize. If I want to spend time with Kenneth I will.” I exclaimed.
“Don’t you fucking dare yell at me! Don’t you have any fucking respect? I’m a King! You can’t disobey me!” He roared in anger.
“You’re not my King, so I don’t have to listen to you. And no, I don’t have any respect! Especially not for you!” I spat in his face. I wasn’t even yelling at him before, so I don’t get what his problem was. But I didn’t care. He could think whatever he wanted to.
I turned towards Kenneth, grabbed his hand and started walking away. Suddenly Dimitri grabbed both our arms and pulled our hands apart. He then started pulling me along with him, wherever he was taking me. “Let go of my arm Dimitri!” I yelled trying to pull away from him but he wouldn’t let go no matter what.
“Dimitri, if she wants you to let go, then let go!” Kenneth exclaimed causing Dimitri to look even more angry.
“Shut the fuck up!” Dimitri growled at him, as he continued to drag me down to his office. Once we were both inside, he locked the door so I wouldn’t be able to leave. He then pushed me down onto the couch in anger.
“You’re not fucking leaving until you learn to respect me!” He growled out, his eyes bright red in anger. “Understand!”
“No I don’t understand!” I yelled up at him, causing him to get even more angry. He picked up a lamp and threw it beside my head in anger, causing it to hit the wall behind me and break. He then walked up to me and grabbed my face angrily in his hand, roughly pulling it up so I was looking up at him. “You will fucking learn to respect me.” He grit out between clenched teeth.
I felt tears welling up in my eyes which I hated so much. I hated how vulnerable he was making me feel. I was trying so hard to control my tears but it was absolutely impossible. I closed my eyes, hoping that would help stop the tears.
Just then a knock came on his door causing him to let go of my face. He then turned went to check who it was. He stepped outside, closing the door behind him and began talking to whoever was at his door.
I took that as my chance and got up. I decided to look around his office and try to find something important I could use against him. I noticed his sketchbook resting on top of his desk. He never wants me to look in there so something important has to be in there. I quickly walked over and picked the book up. I flipped the book open to the first page, my eyes widening at what I saw. It was a drawing. A drawing of me.
The eye, I recognized it. This was what he was drawing that day when I saw his sketchbook open on his desk. He was drawing me. That’s why he didn’t want me seeing this. I slowly flipped the page and found another drawing of me. I flipped again and found yet another drawing of me. I turned the page one last time, but the next page was blank and all the pages after that were all blank as well. So in his entire sketchbook, he has only three drawings and they were all of me. This brought more tears to my eyes.
They were drawn so well too. He got every detail in his drawings and captured all sorts of emotions in my eyes. It was so beautiful.
Just as I was about to put the sketch book down, I noticed a small pile of familiar golden cards. They were splayed underneath where his book was resting. I picked up one card and it said To: Isabella on it. I turned the card around and found a couple sentences written on the back that were crossed out. That’s when I also noticed the vase full of red roses on a shelf. The same red roses, I’ve been receiving with the notes written on the golden cards.
I just stared at everything in shock and surprise. All this time it was Dimitri sending me the roses, not Kenneth. How was this possible? This couldn’t be true. I was hallucinating. I had to have been. And if I wasn’t hallucinating, then all this was a dream. I pinched myself several times trying to wake myself up. But it wasn’t a dream. It was real. This was actually real.
I started crying. Dimitri did like me. He did. He’s liked me for so long too. I had received my first rose from him during the time I was dating Kenneth and that was so long ago. Did he actually like me since then? I was sobbing now. I couldn’t believe this.
But why did he say he didn’t like me back when I confessed? Was he actually scared that I was lying about my feelings for him? Did he actually think that? How could he though? Can’t he see how much I care about him? Why can’t he see how much I love him?
Suddenly the door opened and Dimitri came back inside again. He was about to say something to me when he froze, noticing the golden card in my hand.
He then looked up at me, his eyes widening greatly. And this time I was the one who could see the vulnerability in his eyes, not the other way around.