4. Ex-boyfriend's regret

Robin

The next day, I started to feel good about the situation. Things were looking up for my grandmother, but I was still very worried.

Then I heard someone calling my name.

“Hey, Robin!”

I turned to see that blonde bimbo cat shifter who I found fucking my boyfriend. Sighing, I tried to ignore her, but she and her equally stupid friends appeared in front of me, smiling.

“Oh, come on, are you seriously going to ignore me? I think we should be friends.”

“You fucked my boyfriend. Why would I ever want to be your friend?”

She giggled. “Guess you weren’t doing enough to keep him. No surprise given your such a frigid bitch, refusing to let him even cop a feel.”

The other friends laughed.

“Wow, you’re proud of being easy, huh?”

“At least I know how to keep a man interested. Must suck knowing he got bored of you.”

“Bored? More like desperate. Only a loser would downgrade to you.”

Her smile faltered, but she recovered quickly. “Whatever. He said being with you was like dating a brick wall. No personality, no fun.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You’re just bitter because he is with me now. Don’t blame me because you couldn’t keep up.”

I snorted. “Oh, please. If I knew he had such low standards, I would’ve tossed him to you sooner.”

One of her friends gasped. “You’re such a jealous bitch.”

“Jealous? Of what? Having a walking STD sniffing around my leftovers? Yeah, no thanks.”

Her smile disappeared completely. “God I can’t fucking stand you. You think your so better than everyone here, don’t you?”

If I were to give her a real answer it would be that yes. I do think I am better

“Why don’t you just leave me alone?”

Her fists clenched. “You’re just a stuck-up prude. No wonder he wanted someone who knows how to have a good time.”

I stepped closer, voice low and sharp. “Enjoy my sloppy seconds, sweetheart. He’s all yours—until he gets bored of you, too.”

Wouldn’t it be great if I could set her on fire? But that would look down on all the other witches here.

I was imagining setting her on fire right now though. Yes, she would just burn.

Or I’d set her hair on fire. Someone like her was going to cry and whine about how her precious hair was gone.

“Your just jealous that he wants me!

Why do women like this always think that women are constantly jealous of them? Oh my god like she must be insane. Why the fuck would I care?

Victor and I are done. The only reason I still have to deal with victor is because he keeps harraassing me, showing up at places and refusing to accept the fact that the two of us are over. Done. Finteto.

I should learn how to say over in several languages. Maybe then he’ll get the drift.

I rolled my eyes. “You wish. I’m over him Why can’t you just get that through your head?”

“Get it through your head that he is mine.”

Oh my god this woman was an idiot. She was a bad name to blondes out there because she was like walking blonde moment. Or she was just purposely being stupid.

On a whim I looked in her eyes.

Nope, there is nothing there. Just empty space. I can practically hear her one brain cell trying to work and think of something to say to me.

“Fuck off. I don’t care about Victor. You can have him. Get married and have children for all I fucking care. All I want is to be left alone by you, your stupid friends, and my stupid cheating ex who decided he was desperate enough to fuck some dumbass cat shifter.

I turned on my heel and walked away, letting her seethe in the background. The satisfaction of standing my ground felt far better than I expected.

But that had been exhausting. Why does she have to bother me?

She’s just jealous that Victor is still paying attention to me but the thing is I don’t fucking want him! He is the one who wants me, god knows why.

Shaking my head, I decide that I am going ot be fine. Everything will be fine. It’s just going to take some time and eventually Victor will leave me the fuck alone.

***

The class was difficult for me to get through because I just kept thinking about that horrible shifter I had run into. She was a terrible person and not to mention desperate for sleeping with my boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, I should say.

I needed to allow myself not to get bogged down by this. Focus on class and on the fact that my grandmother was sick.

After my second class of the day, I calmed down and was able to get through all my classes.

Then I remembered that there was a basketball game. As a cheerleader, I had to be there. It was expected that I go there, pretend everything is okay, and cheer on the team. The team that Victor was on.

This was how the two of us actually met. He saw me, the new cheerleader, and decided to ask me out. I regret ever saying yes to him because that was the worst decision of my life. Here I was struggling with the breakup, mostly because I couldn’t fathrom he would cheat on me after it seemed like we were getting along so well.

So I showed up dressed in my uniform and trying to be my usual peppy self, but it wasn’t easy when I just wanted to rush off the court and hide. That cat shifter was on the team as well, blowing kisses at Victor, but he was completely ignoring her. It was almost comical how desperate she was to get his attention when he didn’t want anything to do with her.

How pathetic could that woman be? She was able to be such a sad woman in desperate need of attention from a man who was still hung up on me.

This wasn’t me trying to brag about my ex still being hung up on me, but it was obvious that he was from the way he kept looking at me. I didn’t know what else to think. I wished he would stop looking at me because it was making me very uncomfortable. Sighing softly, I kept myself busy by focusing on the game.

I winced when the halftime buzzer echoed through the arena, and I let out a slow breath, watching as Victor jogged off the court with his team. Even after everything, I couldn’t help but watch him play. I hated that about myself.

I should’ve looked away when he glanced toward the cheer section, but my body betrayed me, frozen as his eyes locked onto mine. He hesitated for half a second, then veered toward my side of the court.

“I didn’t think you would be here.”

“I’m on the cheer squad, Victor. I’m always here,” I said flatly.

He gave a tight, humorless smile. “Yeah. Guess you are.”

He grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head “Listen, Robin… I miss you.”

“Good for you.”

It was all I could think to say.

“You doing okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine.”

“Good. That’s good.” He exhaled and glanced toward the court before looking back at me. “Listen, Robin I miss you.”

And there it was. He fucking missed me. So tragic wasn’t it that the guy who cheated on me missed me so much?

I wish I could run off the court but then I would risk getting kicked off the cheerleading squad, which was the last thing I wanted.

I scoffed. “And you fucked it up.”

He winced almost as if I had slapped him. Why did he think he got to go ahead and act like he was the one hurt by all this when I was the one he cheated on? I swear I wanted to scream but that was just going to make people stare at me and I didn’t want to be known as that girl.

“I was an idiot, okay? Caught up in my world. But I get it now, and I—I want another shot.”

I shook my head. “No.”

His jaw tensed. “Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

“Robin, come on—”

I leveled him with a stare. “I spent years supporting you, showing up for you, watching you play even when you barely acknowledged me. And now you suddenly realize what you had? That’s not how this works, Victor.”

He clenched his fists, then forced them open again. “I’ve changed.”

I smiled, but it wasn’t a kind one. “Good for you.”

Silence. The stadium noise swallowed us, the halftime show blaring over the speakers.

Finally, he exhaled and took a step back. “Guess that’s my answer.”

I nodded.

He lingered a moment longer, like he wanted to say more, but then his coach called for the team to get back on the court.

Victor’s eyes searched mine one last time. Then he nodded, turned, and jogged back toward his team.

I watched him go, just like I always had.

But this time, I wasn’t waiting for him to turn around.

It was after the game that reality hit me again when I got an email from Micah Volkov.

Be ready this weekend. We’re going to the hospital for the procedure.

Oh god, was this happening?

Yes, it was, but I had to be ready. For my grandmother’s sake.