Her shaky hands let go of her phone and her purse, causing them to fall to the ground, creating a somewhat crashing thud when they met the hard concrete floor. Although the arena was still a bit loud from the loud music from inside the house, no one noticed her until they heard the sound of her phone falling to the ground.
At the sound of the thud, everyone in the squad directed their attention at her, including Jeremy.
"Oh shit! Amy! Wh... What are you doing here?" Jeremy stammered in shock, trying to find words to say to his girlfriend.
Amy could barely breathe. She could barely think. The person that she had thought would be her mate, that she would spend the rest of my life with was in the arms of another woman!
He picked up his phone from the bonnet of his car and checked it.
"I left my location on. Shit!" He cussed again at his stupidity.
"Jeremy, what were you..."
"Amy, it's not what you think. I can explain, I swear,"
"Who's this bitch?" The girl with a ridiculous amount of make-up on her face questioned in disgust as she came closer to Jeremy, but he pushed her away immediately.
He faced Amy.
"Babe, I didn't know you were going to attend this party, and-"
"And that was why you decided to make out with this... Thing?" She eyed the girl sitting beside Jeremy like she was a vermin.
"Hey! Watch what you call me-"
"I can explain, Amy. If you could just listen-"
"Listen to what?! What do you want to explain to me that I did not see with my eyes?! I just watched as you almost eat her alive, your hands all over her body and hers all over yours! Are you going to try to convince that I saw otherwise?! That I was hallucinating?!" She yelled, her blood flowing with different mixed feelings - all of them being negative.
"Maybe you were drunk", one of Jeremy's friends muttered loud enough for everyone around her, and the others either stifled laughter, or hid their faces, so Amy won't see them laughing at her.
"Amy, ignore them. Look, I mean it when I say I'm sorry. I did not mean to hurt you. I really love you," Jeremy said.
"But you still hurt me anyways. I thought you said you would never hurt feelings, but I guess all men are liars. And you're the worst of them," she spat.
"Amy-"
"You're evil, Jeremy! I hate you for doing this to me!" She turned, heading back to the party.
"Maybe she was right," Jeremy said.
Amy wanted to keep walking away, but his words brought her to a halt. She turned to face him.
"What did you say?" She asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Maybe she was right," Jeremy repeated.
"Who was right?" Amy asked.
"Justina," Jeremy replied.
"And what did she say that was right?"
"That you're a bitch," he said venomously.
To say that Amy was stunned by his words was an outright understatement to how his words affected her. She felt like she was stung by a scorpion; bitten by a ferocious snake and she felt the poison melting her insides immediately.
"Jeremy... Did you just call me a bitch?" She questioned, hoping her ears were playing tricks on her.
"You heard me clearly, Amy. You heard me loud and clear," he confirmed his harsh words.
The "oohs" and "aahs" and the other gasps of surprise by the seemingly interested audience did not make it any better for her.
"For almost a year, I've been putting up with you. For almost a year, you deprived me of sex because you weren't sure that we were mates. What year do you think we're in? 1965?" He asked in anger as he lifted his arms around to express his irritation as he continued. "I know you're so used to living a mundane life that lacks fun, but how did you think I'd survive a whole freaking year with sex?" He questioned without any guilt in his voice.
"But we had a plan, Jeremy. I thought you agreed-"
"Fuck the agreement! I only agreed because I thought you would give in sooner or later. What do you think I am? A piece of wood, incapable of being horny?" He was exasperated.
She wanted to turn and leave; run far away as far as she could. At the same time, she prayed the Moon Goddess would take her out of her misery and suck life out of her, or better still, opened the ground underneath her so she would get swallowed.
But despite her mixed feelings, she felt rooted to the spot. She could neither move nor speak. It was like her brain could not send any impulse back to her muscle. She felt like she'd been cursed to be a statue, a laughing stock for the fun and entertainment of Jeremy, his friends and the rest of the party people hanging outside.
"If your dull brain wasn't able to detect it, let me break it down for you. I was only with you because I just wanted to. I felt like it. Not that I liked or had any sort of feelings for you or anything. I knew it wasn't going to be hard for you to fall for me. Think of about, Amy - how did you think in your wildest imaginations that the son of an alpha would fall for an Omega like you? You have no social life, and you've been tagged the nerd of the year sixteen times in a row. This is not the movies. Wake up from your dream... bitch," he spat and his friends sneered and hyped him.
She felt the cold midnight breeze move her skirt and going across her sleeveless arms, but she didn't manage to take any air from her nostrils into her lungs. She felt her airways constricted.
She couldn't believe that the person she'd loved with all of her life was spitting all these words to her.
Despite the loud jokes at her, she couldn't hear anything through her ringing ear. Tears came to her aid by blurring her eyes from seeing them laughing at her.
"I hate you, Jeremy. I hate you!" She finally found her voice amidst her tears as she turned on her heels and was practically running.
"Like I bloody care!" Jeremy yelled after her.
She fled away from the chaos and got into the house party. Her heart thumping hard against her chest.
She looked around, but she couldn't find Kayla. If she couldn't find best friend, she would have to find someone to vent these feelings on.