Don’t hurt me I’m a virgin - S01 E15

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Don’t hurt me I’m a virgin - S01 E15

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 15

💁LEYLA💁

We both turn around to face Monroe, or should I say, Cas-sie. She looks flvstered as she’s stares disgustedly everywhere around us.

“Jer, who is this? Why are we here?” She strides along to his side and gr-abs hold of his arm.

I swallow the jealous that’s chocking me from my throat.
I watch as Jeremy’s jaw clenches and his eyes cloud in annoyance.

“I told you to wait in the car.” His tone is cli-pped.

She frowns up at him at first in confusion but then as she moves her gaze towards me, her frown turns to a glare.

I stare blankly towards them but inside I’m slowly tearing at the seams. Even in the dark they look remarkable together.
“You left me in a stranded car in these p@rts of town, I couldn’t just wait. What exactly are we doing here?” She argues.

“Hails is there so it’s not exactly a stranded car.” He clenches his jaw in annoyance.

“What’s with you, what’s with your change of mood? And who the hell is she?” She casts a pointy f!nger at me, her face giving me daggers.

“She is no one of your concern, now plea-se go back in the car, Cas-sie,” the restrained anger in his tone goes undetected.
“No, I’m not leaving you.” As she says this, she effectively throws her arms around him.

At this rate, I’m beyond agitated; I want nothing to do with them. I just want the solace of my small room, just to escape this jealousy that’s eating at me.

“Cas-sie, what are you doing?” Jeremy unlocks her lim-bs from him.

She stares at him confusion. “I thought…Jer, you took me to dinner, I thought you wan–”
I didn’t let her finish when I cut by saying, “It was nice knowing you Jeremy,” and began to turn away from them.

It’s obvious I’m the intruder in whatever they were having. But damn it hell and back. This really hurt.

“Leyla, wait…For godsake Cas-sie I told you go back to the car, don’t push me.” I hear his bellowing voice.

“But–”
“Leyla!” I feel Jeremy’s hand gr-abbing mine to firmly pu-ll me to a st©p.

“What? Jeremy? What do you want from me? Look, I’m sorry, okay. I’m intruding to whatever love fest you have with her. I don’t know exactly why you continued with me the next morning when it was to obviously clear you were getting back at her. I’m just glad I left sooner before I really got tangled in whatever relationsh!pit is that you have. So plea-se don’t complicate things now, just let me go.” I almost choke on the tears that are threatening to unleash themselves.

His eyes aren’t helping with my situation when they show a mixture of hurt and longing.
“Is this what you want? Pretend like it never happened?” He asks.

“If it’s the easier option, then yes.”

“Why are you pushing me away, Leyla?”
“Pushing you away?” I say in disbelief.

“I’m not pushing you away, you’ve just went on a d@t£ with your ex! Why would I push you away when it’s clear that you’re with her?”

A ray of conflicted emotions pas-ses on his face as he regards me in, but afterwards his face turns to an impas-sive stony expression.

“I am not with her.” He says.
“Well why the hell did you take her on d@t£?” I hiss.

“It’s complicated, if I explain it to you now, you won’t un-derstand.” He clenches his jaw.
“Well then that’s that…Goodbye Jeremy,” I turn around and this time I run into the ap@rtment before he can st©p me again.
Once I’m inside, I lean against the closed door and crumble down to the floor as the tears submerged me into desolate sorrow.

With my face in my hands, I cry myself out but it isn’t minutes later before I hear Greta’s footsteps.

“What’s with you?” She asks.
I look up and almost scream for my life. She’s wearing one of her beauty face mask which make her look like the green ogre, Shrek himself. She’s wearing a bathrobe and a towel on her hair.

I wipe away the last remaining tears before getting up.

“Nothing,” I say coldly at her.
“Okay, if you say so.” She shrugs, happily returning to the living area.

“Oh by the way, the next rent is all on you. You have to figure something out to give me the money you owe me or else I’m kicking you out.” She strides bouncingly throu-gh the door as she begins singing one of those quirky pop songs.

I hold in the anger that has me wanting to lash at her. And before I go into my room I hear her mutter;

“Don’t even know why I keep her.”

I flop on the ha-rd solid of my single mattress and stare blankly at the ceiling.

I vow myself not to cry, not to stupidly cry over him.

He hadn’t been yours in the first place. Of course he had been using to get back at her. It’s a good thing you left sooner, before you tragically fell in love with him.

My inner voice reas-sures me. But did I leave sooner? Could it be possible that I alre-ady fell and fell ha-rd for him in those blissful moments we spent in his h0tel?

As for Greta, now that I have a waitressing Job at Millie’s, the rent is least of my concerns. I cannot believe I’m actually beginning to consider working for that despicable imbecile of man who owns the restaurant Cavelli’s.

Maybe it’s for the best no matter how I will suffer in his clutches. Because the sooner I get paid, the sooner my debt to Greta is paid and the sooner I get my freedom.

I reas-sure myself with this as I close my eyes to let the darkness of sleep take over.

Before I can fully suc¢v-mb into unconsciousness. I surmise how this would be a lot easier if I’d just let Jeremy help instead of backing out in fear of getting hurt and keeping my pride intact.
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