I looked across the quad at the most sexiest and charming guy in this school. Blaine Matthews, one of the best players on our school’s soccer team and my ex-boyfriend. You heard me right. Blaine Matthews has been my ex-boyfriend for about four years now. We were high school sweethearts up until four years ago. Blaine and I had started dating in tenth grade all he way to our freshman year in college which is where he met his current girlfriend, Sabrina. They had shared a science class together and during our first few months of college, I could feel him getting more and more distant from me. It wasn’t until one day when he told me that he was breaking up with me. I was heartbroken for sure, but I wanted him more than anything. I still do which isn’t all that normal. I’ve tried dating other guys to get over him, but they didn’t even last two months because all I could ever think about was him. His intense blue eyes that intimidated people whenever he walked by, his sharp jawline that could cut diamonds, his low cheekbones, his dirty blonde hair, his muscular body that came from years of working out, his soft pinks lip that practically begged to be kissed, and his 6′2 frame that I loved the most. The best thing about him was his scent. It was the smell of Acqua Di Gio By Giorgio Armani. He wore just enough to the point of where he didn't smell like he bathed in it or where he didn't wear it to mask an awful scent, but he wore just the right amount. I loved that scent on him. It smelled just right on him and him only.
Not only did I love his physical appearance, but I loved his personality too. He would always make it his mission to put a smile on my face every single day and he would always make sure that I was never sad either. He was very intelligent and he would help me with my homework every single day when I was having trouble. I would always feel like a burden to him, but he would tell me that it was ‘no problem’ and that he was ‘happy to help’. One thing I loved the most was when he got jealous. He would get so jealous to the point of where he would get possessive as well. I loved it when he got possessive because he would give me hickeys that were visible enough for other males in both high school and college to know that I was his girlfriend. I was proud to have those because it meant that I was his to claim.
As for sex with him, it was the best. He would always make sure I was satisfied before he was. He would always talk dirty to me during sex. He would get real rough, but not too rough, and he would tease sometimes to the point of where I would beg. The things he did to me and the things he would say would send me over the edge every single time. I couldn’t get enough of him and he couldn’t get enough of me. Sex was great and all, but the love making was sensational. I loved it when that would happen because we were just taking it slow and pulling each other close. Every time we made love, it felt like we were becoming one almost.
But that was then and this is now, he’s with Sabrina and it looks like he’s happier with her.
Or is he?
“Girl, I know you are not starting at that man again,” My best friend Talia said. Talia was a beautiful caramel skin girl with piercing hazel eyes, curly black hair that she styled to perfection on the daily, pump full lips, high cheekbones, a curvy body, and an A1 personality. Talia turned heads everywhere she went and she knew it, but she wasn’t arrogant about it. Talia was a fashion major and she did make-up tutorials on YouTube that garnered her a lot of subscribers as well as money too. Her make up skills were just the best I’ve ever seen in my entire life and to be honest I was a little jealous.
“I can’t help it. I’m still in love with him,” I sighed.
“I don’t know why when he broke up with you four years ago for Sabrina,” She muttered.
“There is no one else out there like him,” I said.
“I know there isn’t, but you need to move on,” She tells me.
“How? I’m in love with him, Talia,” I responded.
“If you love something, set it free,” She quoted, “Don’t you think that it’s time for you to set him free?” I stayed quiet for a minute or two before speaking.
“No,” I answered. She groaned loudly causing people to look at her weirdly. She ignored them and looked at me.
“You may be in love with him, Faye, but he isn’t in love with you. He’s in love with Sabrina,” She tells me.
“I don’t care about her, Talia. I just want him and him only,” I said.
“Well the only way you can have him is by them breaking up, but it looks like that isn’t going to happen any time soon,” She explained. A moment of silence passed between us.
“Do you think I’m pathetic, Talia?” I asked.
“No I just think that you have some leftover feelings for Blaine that you need to get over,” She answered.
“Thanks, Talia,” I said.
“You’re welcome,” She mumbled, “Now I have to go see what Abhi wants. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Alright. Bye,” I waved to her.
“Bye,” She said waving back to me. I decided to study some more before I decided to go into the campus cafe. It was a little bit too hot outside for me right now.
When I got inside the cafe, I went straight towards one of the tables and set my things down. I took out my notes for Art History and I started to look over them since I had this very important test on Thursday.
“Oh look. It’s Blaine’s pathetic ex-girlfriend,” I heard a familiar voice say. I looked up to see Sabrina Mills standing right before my table with her minions. Sabrina was your typical mean girl. She was pretty, she had money, she got good grades, she was on the Dean’s list, and she loved to make others feel worse about themselves. Her life goal after her and Blaine started dating was to rub their relationship in my face. It irked me to no end when she did that, but I’ll never give her the satisfaction of seeing me bothered by her actions.
“Hello, Sabrina. Nice weather we’re having, aren’t we?” I smiled at her. Kill ’em with kindness.
“Last night Blaine came over to my apartment,” She tells me.
“And did what? Play Jenga with you?” I questioned.
“No. He had sex with me all night long and he told me that I was the best he ever had,” She explained. I snickered at what she said.
“What’s so funny?” She glared at me.
“You sound like such a high schooler right now. ‘Sex’? Really? It must’ve been that bad for you to even say ‘he had sex with me all night long’,” I explained.
“He told me that you were terrible in bed,” She sneered with a smirk.
“If he says that, then he must be trying to convince himself of that,” I countered.
“He was only dating you for your fake tits and ass,” She shot at me.
“My so called ‘fake tits and ass’ are real. They are so real that he couldn’t resist not touching them,” I winked at her, “Especially my ass. He loved the way it moved when I walk.”
“Well you’re just....you think....UGH!” She huffed loudly. She stormed away with her little minions in tow. I chuckled to myself then I gathered my things before heading to my campus apartment to study in peace.