chapter thirty-two

Jonah... what is he doing here? Especially in a female store?

The last time I saw him was months ago after he broke up with me. I didn't think I would see him again. He still looks the same the way I left him too; just a boy who knows how to break women's hearts.

Before he spots me, I went back behind the shelf and scanned around the perimeter to see if I have a way to escape the store.

I will not be seen by him.

All of a sudden, I hear movement behind me as footsteps walk over to the other side of the bra section and a familiar face spots me in sight.

Fuck me! I've been spotted...

"Sam?"

I gaze at his features finding his black hair trimmed in the front, his face growing an insufficient size of stubble, his style of clothing still the same, and his eyes in the shade of dark green. I've forgotten how dark they were the last time I saw them piercing through my soul as he told me something I never wanted to hear in my life.

I'm still standing as my feet are stuck to the ground while I couldn't move. My eyes are still contemplating him as if I was in love with him all over again. The feelings are still there somehow as I remember how he used to treat me with kindness, or pretended to treat me with kindness.

I can't believe all this time our relationship was filled with lies. Five years of thinking we were meant to be together, five years of thinking we could get married one day, five years of thinking we could have children of our own.

Everything filled with lies.

My jaw hardens as I feel my body boiling with rage staring at the man in front of me. I put weight on my left leg while crossing my arms over my chest with bags in my hands, looking at him without holding a grudge on what he did to me.

"Hey," I said bluntly.

Jonah studies me, probably checking me out while a smirk comes upon his face. I roll my eyes mentally thinking of how slutty he's acting now that I know what he's capable of.

"You... uh... you look great." He said still keeping the smug smirk on his face.

"Thanks. Can't say the same about you." I pull the ends of my lips upward while retaining a staring contest with him as his smirk fades from my comment.

"Wow... such a greeting, Sam."

"Well, I can't compliment at the guy who cheated on me for years and told me about it five years later. How am I supposed to feel?" I asked giving him time to answer my rhetorical question.

"Listen, Sam... I'm not sorry for what I've done, alright?" He articulated, scrunching his eyebrows together. "And I broke up with you so both of us can be free without having to worry about our relationship."

I lock my eyes at him like he grew three heads. How in the world would he think that I wanted to be free and wanted to split? I gave this guy everything in our relationship, and he was selfish by shoving me away because of what he did. "Really, Jonah? Really? Are you sure you're talking about me and you? Because from what I recall, you wanted to dump me so you could be free and fuck as many girls as you want. I wanted to be with you because I loved you since senior year of high school and I thought you loved me back."

"Like I said before, you wanted to be in a relationship so badly, so I gave you your wish. I don't see what's wrong with that." He shrugged pursing his lips.

My rage couldn't go any further as I feel the top of my lip twitching and my left-hand clutching into a fist. "What's wrong... is that you played me. I don't know why you didn't just tell me the truth beforehand instead of waiting for years to tell me the bloody truth!" I explain feeling my hand getting numb as my long nails are stabbing the palm of my hand, clutching too hard.

He moves his eyes from side to side as he doesn't know what else to say. I moved two steps closer to him and looked up at his face asking this question once again after months of not knowing. "Did you ever love me? At all? Or even like me?" I asked softly afraid that his answer would turn things around.

He stares down at me for a minute looking at my blue eyes left and right while his eyes are tense.

He shakes his head as he clears his throat. "I thought I did. But after a while, I didn't feel that connection." He answered harshly.

My eyes witness his face becoming hard like he was furious from my question, but I didn't care because I needed to know the obvious truth. And I just got it by the look on his face and his tone of voice.

He really didn't care about me...

"Wow..." I nod my head slowly, delivering his answer in my head to let it sink in so I can remember who I was with and how much of a bastard he is. "You know, Jonah? I'm glad you told me the truth just now." I said.

"Really?" He demurred, raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah... so I could do this."

I brought my fist that was still clutched and punched him in the face causing him to stumble backward and let out a groan of pain. "Oh fuck!" He exclaimed clasping his hand on his nose where I could see blood trailing down underneath his hand.

Mama still got it.

I look around the store and saw a bunch of women staring over at my direction frightened as they saw me punch my ex-boyfriend in the face. Meanwhile, guys who probably came to the store with the girls whistled at me while cheering at my progress.

"Ha! He got punched by a girl!"

Jonah glanced over at the man who yelled out and looked back at me with his eyes widen. I shake my hand that I punched Jonah with and saw my knuckles turning a slight shade of red from the full blow. My hand stings but I smiled mentally from my masterpiece.

That punch was worth it.

I walked over to him as he had his hand covering his nose and stood on my tippy toes so my mouth can come close to his ear. "By the way... I have a man who knows how to make me feel good." I whispered as I felt him stiff from my statement.

I settled my feet down on the ground and stared at him seeing his reaction. And his face is fucking priceless. His eyes are bulging out while he dropped his hand to the side and let it limp horizontally, staring at me in shock like he didn't expect for me to say that.

"Goodbye, Jonah." I rolled my eyes walking past him, brushing his arm hard at the process. Without hearing his voice again, I walked out of the store and strolled my way to the glass window and laid my back on it.

While my back touches the glass, I exhaled a breath that was trapped in my chest after pulling that action on Jonah.

But what I said to him was my mind controlling my mouth, not me. I mentioned how someone made me feel good, so he probably thinks I'm dating someone now. However, I'm not dating someone. I have friends with benefits with Freddie. Or used to.

I don't know why my mind decided to talk about Freddie, but for some reason it made me feel pleased for how Jonah is not in my life anymore. On the other side of my gut, Freddie and I are going through difficult stuff right now and I don't know how to fix it without making it awkward between us.

What happened last night, changed everything.

Boring chapter but Jonah's back... yay. I hate that little fucker XD