“Chelsea Tan. Chelsea Tan.” Jaejoong called my name repeatedly. But my mind really wasn’t with him.
“Chelsea Tan Xin Lin!” He called once more, snapping his fingers to claim my attention.
“What?” I finally answered, turning around to face him.
“What were you thinking about?”
I shook my head, indicating my refusal to answer his question.
Actually, I was thinking about the conversation Arron made yesterday. The more I thought about it, the more it seems like Arron really was talking to his girlfriend yesterday night. But it couldn’t be Lorla, since that day, it seems pretty obvious that Arron has broken up with her. But who else could it be?
And then I realized.
I had never asked Arron about his girlfriends.
His ex-es.
Because I had trusted him so much. I was so sure that I will be the one for him. The only one. That he would never have any more girlfriends after me. Because I would marry him, I would be his wife. The only reason I knew Lorla was because I saw the both of them together the next day I went out with Yunho sunbae. I was shocked and hurt, so I demanded Arron to explain, which then includes the knowledge of who that girl beside him was, and her name.
It hurts me to think through the betrayal, putting myself in that awkward situation again. But I found out that I was able to face the whole matter once again, instead of running away from the issue. It didn’t hurt so much when I thought through it once again, something that I thought I would never manage to the whole life. Because it hurted so badly at that time. So badly that I fasted for a week. Only allowing myself a sip of water once in awhile. thus causing a commotion within my family. I only snapped out of it when Jaejoong came back to talk to me about it, when my parents threatened to have it out with Arron.
For that whole month, I was like a zombie. Going to school, walking home, eat, homework, and sleep. I thought that was how I was going to live through my whole life. But Jaejoong stood by me all the while, shooing and punching people when they teased me, hence staining his ever so perfect record. Jaejoong do complain sometime, but he would always be there for me whenever I need him.
“Stop daydreaming!”
“Okay okay.” I replied, staring into Jaejoong’s eyes.
“Do you have anything on?” He asked sincerely.
“Hmm…”
I was about to say “yes” when I remembered that I’m gonna follow Arron.
“Sorry, but, I’ve something on.” I answered apologetically.
He shook his head and smiled, indicating that it was alright.
“Then I’ll go now.” I told him, and I walked towards Arron’s office.
I had to be there early since I really don’t know where “our place” refers to.

~*~

I waited patiently at the bench behind the bush, knowing that this place is where people coming out of the building couldn’t see me, but I could see them clearly.
I sat down, fiddling with my phone and nails.
Not before long, Arron came out with a beanie and a pair of sunglasses.
Afterall, Arron is still a member of the popular Fahrenheit. Just that no one knows he is mine.
I followed after him as casually as possible, trying hard not to look weird or suspicious.
God knows how many thought I was some hardcore-crazy-over the top fan who was stalking Arron.
He flagged a cab soon after, and I followed suit.

“Please follow the cab in front.” I told the driver.
“Stalking your husband?” He asked.
“No. Of course not!” I exclaimed, and he kept his mouth shut after that.
Well, maybe it was sort of ‘stalking your husband’ thing that I’m doing. But he couldn’t be considered my husband right? I’m just concerned for my friend.
I tried putting it in a way that wouldn’t make myself sound despicable to myself.
Well, that sounds really stupid, but I had to do that in order to soothe some of my guiltiness.
“He’s stopping.” The driver said.
“Then drop me here as well.” I answered, searching for my wallet.
Arron got down at some kind of weird, spooky, park. Luckily it was in the day, or else I would really be scared out of my wits.
“Shoot.” I mumbled as I fished deeper for my wallet.
“Miss? Miss? Are you done? He’s getting further and further away. And this place looks really weird.”
“Argh. This guy was really irritating.” I thought as I took out my wallet and handed him the money.
“Good luck!” He said, and I managed a smile.
“Shoot it.” I cursed.
I was lost at a “V” entry.
“Left or right? Left or right?” I chanted to myself.
“Left.” I finally decided.
I walked on and on, the wind was blowing harder and harder, sending shivers down my spine.
“I should have went the ‘right’ way.” I muttered to myself, rubbing my hands together to create warmth through friction.
Finally, when I thought I lost hope, I saw Arron holding a girl in his arms.
I walked forward curiously.
The girl’s back looked familiar.
Very, very familiar.
But yet I couldn’t put a name to it.
“Who the hell is she?” I thought, racking my brain.
And then, she turned around.
She was
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Herena.
I took a deep breath to calm myself, taking another look to ensure that I wasn’t mistaken.
How could the person I’ve known since 3 years old be my husband’s girlfriend?
The one I shared everything with. The one I loved, the one I protected.
How could it be possible?
Betrayal overcame me as I walked closer to them.
“I love you, Arron.” I could hear my best friend say.
She moved closer to him, their lips about to touch.

“B*TCH!” I screamed, slapping Herena on her face.
I glared furiously at Arron, with shock portrayed on his face.
“Chelsea. Chelsea. Listen to me.” He pleaded, grabbing my arms, and Herena followed suit.
“Listen, please. Listen, Chelsea. It’s not…we’re not…we’re not what you think!” Herena shouted to me, exasperated.
“Both of you aren’t what I think. You mean, both of you are simply related as my best friend, and my husband? And someone related just like that should kiss!” I choked out, catching my breath as I started sniffing miserable, trying to keep the tears out of the way.
And they stoned there, not knowing how to answer my question.
“Silence means consent. Go away. I hate the both of you. Betrayers!" I screamed as my tears poured out of my eyes, and I pushed them away.
I ignored the ache in my heart, and ran aimlessly.
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And then i out.

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