Chapter 4 : Met Ann

I came back to school after a long vacation, entered my room, unpacked my bags, and cleaned everywhere up. Then I went to Mike's room to catch up and play games. The rest of the guys weren't back yet, those dudes didn't like school at all. Apart from during exams, I hardly ever saw them. They were just some rich young guys going around the city spending their dads' money.

We played COD. Mike lost, as usual. After a successful day of trolling him, I headed to the mall to stock up my room with supplies.

While I was shopping, I met Ann. After over five months of not seeing each other, she looked plumper and rosier.

Ann: "Hi."

Me: "Hi."

Ann: "Congratulations. Welcome to third year."

Me: "Thanks. Same to you."

Ann: "Congrats again. The whole school is talking about you and Mike."

Me: "What for?"

Ann: "You both were the only ones with distinction in your department. Don't tell me you don't know they've been recommending you on the school platform?"

Me: "Oh, that. Thanks."

Ann: "Wait, you're not even on the school forum?"

Me: "Yeah, I'm not. Why?"

Ann: "Then how do you get messages concerning the school?"

Me: "Well, the school is responsible enough to send all vital information like semester start dates, tuition, and all that to our individual emails."

Ann: "Oh, I see."

Ann: "Actually, Mike and I are not da—"

I cut her off.

Me: "I don't have any business with what you and Mike are, and neither do I care. But you repeatedly bringing up something that mistakenly happened is making me mentally deranged, Ann. I can't fuck the girl my friend is fucking."

She went quiet for a while, looking at me with a sad expression. I turned to leave, feeling a little guilty. Maybe I'd shouted at her too much.

Ann: "It was all an act."

Wait, what? What was an act? I paused.

Ann: "Mike and I were never an item. He never liked me. We're just acquaintances. We met when my toxic ex beat me and kicked me out of his car in the middle of the road. Mike helped me, brought me to his place, and then we started acting because we knew my ex would definitely come back. I slept with him partly because we both needed to… orgasm, and partly because we wanted to make it a foolproof act."

I turned to look at her.

Ann: "All the gifts, the flowers. They were pre planned."

Me: "Why are you telling me all this?"

Ann: "I don't want you to carry guilt for a long time. No matter how you try to act cool about it, some part of you still feels you betrayed Mike. But have you asked yourself , if Mike wanted a serious relationship, what are the other seven girls doing in his life? Does he even look like someone who wants something serious?"

Me: "Wait, you know? I mean, about the other girls?"

Ann: "Yeah… it wasn't so hard to find out."

Me: "Okay, then. Thanks for clearing the air. Have a nice day."

I turned and left. I don't even know why I did that, but I did what I did. I continued my shopping, paid, and left.

When I got home, I made some sandwiches and milk for dinner in my room. Well, I call it a room, but it's a fully furnished condo, my favorite place.

Later, I went to a party close to my place, had a couple of drinks, and met a few ladies. I still hadn't seen my hijab girl since she left early at the wedding. Maybe I was never going to see her again.

After the party, I went to the school field to play basketball. Mike wasn't there, so I played with the other guys. My team lost the match. I wished Mike were there to gloat over me.

I left around 8 p.m., went back to take a shower, and got ready for bed.

Just after my shower, as I was about to climb into bed, I heard a heated conversation outside my door. I rushed out to check. The first thing I saw was a guy raising his hand to slap a girl.

I rushed in, kicked the guy, and beat the hell out of him. The lady just stood there, looking dazed. When I was done with him, I turned around and saw that the girl was Ann.

Wait, what? Ann? So she wasn't lying, then.

I'm not playing any act with her, though. so I thought.