Chapter 3 Bitter Truth

• EMMA’s POV :
• “No!” I yelped and pulled away in an instant.
• That was so close!
• Suddenly it dawned on me that I was about to kiss a random stranger in a bar. What the hell was I thinking? I should not be doing this! I needed to be with Zach!
• I knew that second glass of beer was a bad idea.
• Meanwhile, the guy looked at me, bewildered and confused. He was also still breathless from all the dancing. That look in his eyes, I couldn’t tell if he was angry or disappointed. Or both.
• “I’m sorry. I have to go,” I said and turned to my heels as fast as I could.
• “Hey —“ I could hear him calling after me several times, but I didn’t want to turn back.
• I spotted Tiff making out with Steve and I wasn’t gonna cock-block her, so I left her alone. Carrie was still with the sorority girls, so I pulled her to the side and quickly told her my plan.
• “Carrie, hey,”
• “Hey, Em, where you’ve been?”
• “I was dancing… but listen, I’m gonna go, okay? I’m gonna wait in Zach’s dorm room. He said he’ll be home soon,” I had to yell to her ears because the music was so loud.
• “Okay! Don’t worry about us. We’ll get an Uber and stay in a motel. I’ll keep an eye out for her,” Carrie was referring to Tiff.
• “Alright, I’ll see you guy in the morning,” I hugged her before we parted ways.
• “Have fun! Be safe!” I heard her screaming over the music as I walked away.
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• The college dorm was a large was a co-ed building in the outskirts of the Emory campus. Tonight, it was filled with drunk college freshmen fresh from orientation night. After turning down this slurring guy that hit on me at the front door, I made my way inside the building.
• People just assumed that I was a student, so I had no problem getting in. My heart was pounding in excitement as I climbed the stairs to the second floor. My eyes went to scan the long corridor for room no. 223, Zach’s room. My heart was beating faster and faster as the numbers got closer.
• 220… 221… 222…
• “223,” I whispered under my breath as I stood in front of my boyfriend’s door.
• I hoped his roommate wasn’t home. Zach should be home anytime soon, so I thought I would just sit on his bed and wait for him.
• My hand reached for the handle and I realized the door was unlocked. I pulled down the handle happily and pushed the door open. But as soon as I saw what was inside the room, my smile fell to the floor. I wasn’t prepared to see what was happening in front of me. I could never be.
• Zach was lying on his bed, naked. In front of him was a girl, also naked. She straddled him on the bed, so I was only able to see her hair and bare back. She was humping him, all the while moaning his name out loud. One of his hands were gripping her bare ass, clutching them tightly as she bounced and bounced on him. The other was on gripping her bare breast, kneading her as he groaned aloud.
• My jaw dropped open and I couldn’t close my eyes no matter how much I wanted to. This image would forever be etched into my memory. And suddenly, air escaped my lungs and I couldn’t breathe.
• “Wait — Emma?!” Out of the corner of his eyes, Zach finally noticed I was standing on his doorway.
• He pushed the girl to the side abruptly as she yelped, “Ouch!”
• He scrambled for his pants on the floor and staggered over to me. The girl turned around and saw me, but she didn’t look surprised. She simply pulled the blanket to cover her chest. And then she gave me this ugly, devilish smile.
• “Emma? What are you doing here,” Zach said breathlessly.
• He was still panting and sweating, smelling like awful sex. I hated it. I wished I could puke my guts out.
• “How could you?” my voice cracked. Tears were filling my eyes.
• “I can explain…” he stammered as he stepped outside and closed the door behind us.
• “Well, explain,” I demanded.
• “It was nothing, okay? Jenna and I — It’s just physical —” he started talking but I didn’t want to hear it.
• My hand instinctively flew to his face to stop him from talking, slapping his cheek harshly. He looked taken aback and I was shocked too, I was never this violent person. Slowly, his eyes then turned from shock into anger.
• “What was I supposed to do, Emma? You didn’t wanna have sex with me!” he roared.
• “I wasn’t ready, Zach. You said you’re okay waiting,” I reminded him.
• “It’s been year. How much longer was I supposed to wait?”
• “So instead of telling me like a mature adult, you went behind my back and did this?”
• I knew I struck a chord. He was quiet. He didn’t have any good excuses.
• “How long?” I asked, choking on the tears that started falling.
• “All summer long…” he said lowly.
• All summer long? So this wasn’t even the first time…
• I shakily took a step back and wiped the tears away from my face. He tried to move closer to me, but I put my hand out to stop him.
• “Don’t touch me,” I warned.
• “Emma, baby. I still love you, though, I do. With her it’s just sex, you know? But with you, I—“
• “Stop! Stop it!”
• If he thought he was making it better by saying all these things, he was wrong.
• “Emma, I love you,” he said again.
• He tried to reach for me, but I pushed him away roughly. He staggered back.
• “Go fúck yourself,” I spat before turning to my heels and left.
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