DEFINITELY NOT A MEET CUTE

I was desperately trying to catch my breath right now , it felt like I had been running for miles. Slowly,All the missing pieces of the puzzle started to fall into place and I understood how I got this interview. It was all his plan, he planned it all along and like a puppet I had been playing along.But how could I have been so dumb!!! How could I forget that his last name was smith.

A very pregnant silent stayed between us, none of us dare say a word. Probably because I was waiting for him to say something. He looked so calm and collected,he didn’t look like he was having a fight with himself in his head, unlike me.

He made a move to touch me and I didn’t stop him, I was angry lowkey excited for his touch. He brought his hands to my face and caressed it gently

“I wanted to see if you were real, I thought I was hallucinating again” he muttered quietly but loud enough for me to hear due to the thin space between us, it gave me the perfect view of his face. His physical appearance had changed a lot , his face was now thinner than it used to be. Quickly, as if someone poured cold water on me I shook my head to get rid of whatever spell he had me on.

Not today you satan spawn

It was kind of getting hard to catch my breath,it felt like I had been running for hours. I couldn’t believe the fact that the presence of someone this intangible had this humongous effect on me.I couldn’t allow him of all people to see me weak and vulnerable so I did the one thing I knew how to do best

Drawing in a deep breath to at least try and even out my breath I turned towards the door ,Call me dramatic but this devil ain’t getting me again.

“No, don’t go please” he immediately said

Not this dude thinking this is some Cinderella shit, ain’t no one getting a happy ending with you. so I ran . I ran as far as my short legs could take me. I definitely won’t seat there with him and allow the memories to taunt me.

I ran out of the office, I didn’t bother to take the elevator because he was running after me and he would have caught up with me .something I later realized was a very stupid thing to do. How stupid of me not to take the elevator! For a second I probably thought I was usain bolt and I could somehow outrun the hunk that was running after me, who sounds like he has no trouble breathing might I add.

At this point I couldn’t even breath anymore, I was trying to run away from one out of the many things that continues to taunt me but he keeps running after me. I could feel the walls slowly closing up on me , the stairs were fucking endless. My vision became blurry and no I was not crying because of a man, my glasses dropped but I couldn’t stop to pick it, Ace can have that one but not me .

i felt somewhat dizzy,my body was being weak and panting like it was going to die “not now you lazy body” I internally yelled. I continued to run down the endless stairs like a manic,

how many floors did this building have exactly???? I could hear Ace shouting and running after me. He kept yelling at me to stop . Stop for what exactly, to catch your breath? He seemed fine to me. This body was slowing me down,how could a person be so out of shape??!

“let’s talk Amy, you can’t continue to run forever” he yelled . First off, who is Amy?? Secondly, I will continue to run ( not like my legs will take me far anyways).

“It’s Amelia for you” I yelled back completely out of breath

My mind was willing to continue this long run but my body couldn’t. My feet’s felt wobbly. Everything felt different, I probably lacked fresh air so I was going to see the end of this stairs and walk into the light. Easier said than done right ?. How I wish the human body worked based on your determination and not based on my body that is out of shape.The last thing my brain managed to process was someone cursing and a pair of arms catching me (rolls eyes) before I finally let my body shut down. The darkness was comforting.

Oh God this is so embarrassing,I woke up about an hour ago but couldn’t bring myself to open my eyes because of the embarrassment.

where am I? I’m in Ace’s house, in his room , on his bed

Doing what? Pretending to still be passed out

why? Because I’m embarrassed

why? Because I actually passed out while trying to run away from him.

How long will I continue to pretend? Forever

why couldn’t I just make a beeline for the door? Because a needle is stuck in my arm and he would probably catch me

This day has the award of being the second worst day of my life. like who tf passes out while running away???? Me, only me.

”you know, sooner or later you will have to actually say something” A voice which I recognized as Ace’s said

Damn it !knew I should have taken those acting classes in my second year. I can’t even pretend to save my life.

Not even bothering to fake it anymore, I removed the cloth that he must have draped over me and opened my eyelids. I expected everything to be bright but it was not , everything was a little blurry but not too blurry.Now allow me to clarify something, I wasn’t blind. I just need my glasses to aid my sight.

As if reading my mind he handed me my glasses.

i wasn’t even going to bother myself by asking questions like “what am I doing here” or “how did I get here” because I remember what happened clearly and it was time to leave without stress before I started running like a maniac again.

“Excuse me ma’am but you do that the elevator was built for a reason right?. But you just had to use the stair” he said Yelled exasperated

I swear to God that this girl was trying to stay calm, I really was.

”I understand that you don’t want to see me because of what I did, I also understand that it’s tough for you but that doesn’t mean you should run down the fucking stairs and hurt yourself Amelia!!!” He yelled again

First time , is an accident , second time is a coincidence, third time is........... third time is nothing because there was going to be no third time. Him yelling at me the second time just knocked me over the edge.

“can we please give a round of applause to Ace, the person who fucked me over and is now being a saint. You don’t get to stand there and act like you care about me. You lost that chance when you abandoned me , you lost that chance when you dropped every fucking thing we had in the garbage!!!” I yelled back

I wasn’t done yet, I still had a lot to say

“the nerve of you to think you could just waltz back into my life like you fucking own me!!. You planned this whole meet and greet like I was some puppet. the least you could have done after everything you put me through was stay away from me till eternity. But You just had to come in like you always do and fuck things all over “I cried out . At this point tears were running down my eyes , I didn’t bother to wipe them. I knew he would be satisfied seeing me in pain but I didn’t care,I just wanted him to leave me alone.

He seemed hurt as if pondering over his actions, I didn’t bother myself being distracted with that because I knew he was pretending.

without thinking, I yanked the needle out of my arm . Dang, that shit hurt like hell. I wanted to sit and nurse my arm that was now pulling with blood but I was too clouded by anger to even give it one ounce of my attention . I grabbed my bag from the chair and proceeded to the bedroom door. He made a move to stop me from leaving, one look from me made him halt.

“Look I’m really sorry okay? I know me yelling at you was uncalled for but you can’t run away from me forever”he Said frustratedly.

i looked at him in eyes and said “Watch me”. Without sparing him another glance , I walked out.