Novel & Cerita Girlfriend's Past Makes Me Sick

“Why don’t you like playboys or playgirls? Do you have an issue with them? Have you been fooled?” It took me a while to answer; it seems like I was traveling back a couple of years ago, the fang of pain still stabbing my chest. “Those kinds of people ruined my best friend’s life.” “Ha? Who? Why don’t I know them?” I shook my head to stop the tears I had been holding back since earlier. “She committed suicide two years ago.”

"You didn't know? There was a competition years ago. If he had entered, with his talent, he would've won for sure. He would've had the chance to study abroad. A professor even flew in specifically for him. Unfortunately, my sister behaved terribly. "She made a deal with him. At the time, he said his girlfriend's company was about to collapse financially, so he accepted the money and withdrew. "That's why I felt guilty and came to apologize. You were the reason, weren't you?" I pressed a hand to my forehead. That senior had always been known in our department for being painfully straightforward. She said whatever she wanted, never caring who she offended. By the time I realized something was

“I know you like me. So I thought, why stress you with asking me out? I’ll be your girlfriend. I am mad at you for not telling me you’re related to Jimmy, but I forgive you.” This girl was a walking radio, no pause, no volume control. “Lilly,” I said gently, “I appreciate you. But I can’t be in a relationship now. I need time to heal. My last relationship broke me. I gave her everything, designer bags, perfumes, even a car I spent millions on, only to catch her cheating with another man.” I dabbed at my dry eyes for effect. Damn! I believed my own lies. “Oh, Idris!” she gasped. “I’ll give you time to heal. I’ll always be here for you.”

As if they're trying to watch for my next move. "I am having a VERY bad day. So you will stay away from me or I will make you regret ever being born." I shout and they scurry off leaving their friend to scramble up to his feet and sprint off. This is definitely not helping my case. But I never once lied to anyone and said I was nice. I'm in between, you have to trigger me if you want to see my bad side. The girl they remember, my stomach clenches with disgust. Apparently, she sucked this guy off, dated a jock, abandoned her best friend, and bullied every single person in Grimsborrow high.

I reasoned out. "But money can't buy things that will happiness." I laughed again. "Alright, I will just act like I assume myself as very lucky to have money." This was the first time I did become comfortable with a girl friend. I used to have girl friends before back then in highschool days but I never treated them as my real friends. Unlike what's happening now. I even had the guts to share my problems about that Felicia. "So that model is a bitch?!" she laughed hysterically. "I was her fan but now that you told me how shitty that woman is, I want to punish myself from liking her!"

she snapped, her frustration barely contained. He couldn’t help but smirk. “So, you’re saying I’m off-limits when it comes to your issues?” “Yes! Because you don’t know our past and what we’ve been through together!” she fired back without a moment’s pause. “Ah… right, that thing you both keep bringing up,” he said, his voice laced with growing sarcasm. “Why don’t you try explaining it to me then? Maybe I’ll understand. Are you saying I should just let my girlfriend turn into a bad person because of whatever it is you’ve been through?”

She mocked me, saying, "Kyle, you're good. It's impressive how good you are at tricking girls. You managed to deceive another one in just a few days." "Quinn, what do you mean? I have nothing to do with you anymore. I hope you'll stop bothering me," I replied. She purely wanted to sabotage my relationship. "Why are you afraid of me saying it if you didn't do it?" She turned to the girl beside me and said, "Girlie, let me tell you that this man is a scumbag. He tricked me and then dumped me. Look, here's a video of us together." I never expected Quinn to turn into someone like this.

“Uh, well… my best friend is somewhere we don’t even know, and I don’t know what state she’s in because of a dickhead who sent her out in the middle of the goddamn night. Yes, I’m okay.” “If you could just shut up and let me think straight—look, it’s my fault, I get it, but...” “But what? That girl has done everything...everything to make you happy. The day she came home crying to me about how you treated her, and she still went back to you because you hadn’t had dinner and you’re allergic to pickles… or the day she was so thrilled to return to your house after you blurted ‘come back’ and she forgot all about the monster you are. You don’t deserve her. Not even as a maid” she snapped.

I retorted, satisfied by my clap back that left him both speechless and livid. “You son of a— you see, this is why nobody likes you. Your girlfriend is not only obsessive, but she's also crazy. The only sane and amazing girl in your life wants nothing to do with you anymore.” “What the fuck are you saying?” I blinked hard and he cackled.

I said, pulling my hand out for a handshake, and color drained from his face. "Are you— are you the Bella Murphy, Martin was talking about? Mr. Kingsley's girlfriend?" He asked me, astonished, and this time it was my turn to blush. I will kill you, Martin. "I am his ex-girlfriend, but yeah. We are.... we are kind of seeing each other again." I corrected myself when images of what he did to me after the party flashed in front of my eyes. "Are you okay? You are turning red." Martin's boyfriend said, and I shook my head immediately.