SOREN
I feel like punching someone right now, even without a reason.
I spent my whole time digging through memories I had long forgotten. I wondered when Marshall had been secretly targeting me.
And I found out that he had been hitting on me many times without me knowing because he always timed it when I was drunk and out of my senses.
He had been messing with me all along. And he really used Mildred, huh? He made fools of both of us, even though he could have talked to me back then to say he had a crush on me. We could have been friends and avoided this situation.
Because, to be honest, I did plan to have a family by the time I was twenty-five. I have a uterus, I wanted a partner because I know I won’t be a woman forever and would eventually get serious about life.
I want a child, but not in a way I’m not ready for. That guy got me pregnant when I wasn’t ready?
Yeah, yeah, I feel the same way about him, too. If you know what I mean, tss. But should everything be so easy for him? Should he just get me so easily now?
He had been so selfish for so long. He played around with people. He did so many things, and this is all there is?
"I love you," I heard him whisper on the other end. It was late at night, and he really thought to call me.
The background noise was loud. There were shouting women. There was loud music. Clearly, he was in a club or bar.
Chicks. Argh. This is another thing I’ll give up if I’m tied to him. My life will be ruined when I become his partner!
"Shut up," I replied irritably while lying in bed. I was counting the glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to my ceiling.
"What are you doing, hm?" he asked again. It was clear he didn’t care that the place where he was was noisy.
"Counting stars," I answered boredly.
Damn, I’m not even sleepy.
"In Puerto Rico after the wedding," he said, "Just the two of us."
I rolled my eyes when I heard his perverted tone again.
"Can’t Mingming come along?"
He chuckled, "It’s our honeymoon, love. We can’t have anyone else with us."
Oh, whatever.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, "Pregnant women get turned on so quickly, don’t they?" I said while rubbing my stomach.
"What?"
"I’m horny," I lied, "Come home. I need you here." I made my voice soft. And I knew it would have a different effect on him. Especially since he’s such a pervert.
I smirked when I heard his soft cursing.
"But... I can’t, Soren. We can’t meet right now. It should be tomorrow."
I wanted to laugh but held it in, "But I’m dripping wet. What about me? I can’t sleep."
I used my tactics from dealing with chicks before. I would act all sweet and then hang up. And I intentionally made my voice tender, which he had never heard from me in his whole life.
"Then do something about it, I’ll make it up to you tomorrow," he said. It was clear he was reluctant, "I promise, I’ll make it up to you. I won’t let you sleep all night."
"Let’s have a SOP first," I suggested, "I can’t do this alone. My fingers aren’t enough."
He cursed loudly, "What the fuck, Soren?! Are you really sending me home?!"
I laughed loudly. He was so angry, clearly frustrated because he couldn’t come home! Bwahaha!
"Just kidding. I don’t need your little dick, I have a dildo, you know."
Just kidding.
"I don’t know about you," he grumbled, "Just go to sleep, I’ll just go to a hotel. We have an early morning tomorrow."
"Fine," I replied, "How many pussies did you have there?"
He chuckled softly, "Zero. I prefer yours."
Tss.
"Goodnight, asshole. I’m going to sleep now."
"I love you."
"Your mother."
"I love you more."
Annoyed, I hung up on him.
******
I’m irritated. From the moment I woke up, I was already annoyed.
I was surrounded by junk food and chocolate drinks while watching cartoons—I mean, anime. I was watching Fuzzy Lips. And if you know that anime, we’re friends.
I glanced at the wall clock. 10:03 AM.
Tss. I’m just annoyed. I can’t get out of my mind the nonsense Marshall did to me. I don’t know if this is just the pregnancy effect or if I really haven’t forgotten his wrongs!
I’ve been hurt for weeks because of this... Argh!
I kicked my bed in frustration while the loud moans of a woman and man came from the television. The cartoons were having sex. Just kidding, I was really watching hentai.
And why should I deny women the beauty I possess? Is marriage really required? Is it really required?!
Annoyed, I reached for my phone when it suddenly rang. When I looked to see who was calling, I found out it was Marshall.
"What?" I answered irritably.
"I love you."
"I know!"
"Why are you so hot-headed again, hmm?"
I didn’t answer.
But I knew he knew that my mind was full of his wrongs.
"Baby, where are you?" he suddenly asked, sounding worried, "You’re late. I’ve been waiting for you here."
I looked at the clock again.
It was 10:05 AM, and my wedding was at 9:00 AM. Tss.
"Soren, please."
"We're back to fucking square one," I answered angrily, "I hate you. Yeah, I hate you, but I love you at the same freaking time."
"W-What? I love you too," he asked in surprise, "B-But what do you mean?" He nervously laughed on the other end, "You don’t mean you..."
I rolled my eyes.
"Marry yourself, you lunatic!" I shouted before hanging up on him.
Tss, yes, that’s his karma.
Back to square one, he’s an idiot.
THE END.