Love, Lies, and Loyalty: A Teens' Love Triangle

Chapter Thirty Two

Amelia's POV

Oliver offered to drive me home and I knew he had a motive. He wanted to know the long story that had me associated with Andrew. Plus an English group project had already been established today. We were in groups of fours and the steak students in our group didn't attend the class today so I and Oliver will have a headstart before they finally show up

Throughout the car ride Oliver and I discussed the project and how we'd go about it. My attention was halfway throughout, half my mind in the car and the other back in school. I heard whispers down the hallways, many people seemed to be talking about how Mason and Patricia are back together. I could act like I didn't care but wouldn't change the fact that it still ached my soul and entire being

"Amelia.... We're here" Oliver announced

"Thanks Oliver" I unstrapped my seatbelt and grabbed my bag immediately opening the door

"Before you go, just tell me the story" he urged

"Sure" I returned my foot in the car and closed the door "long story short, Andrew's mother and mine are friends, as you can guess we're now sorta family friends. Then there's Mason, he seems to have gotten back together with Patricia or is considering that. He calls me a liar and won't even talk to me and Andrew advised me. You know his Mom is a psychologist right? He knows a lot in that area too so he helped me redirect my energy to something else" I rose my backpack to make a point "school. I am grateful to him for that and cannot just disregard him anymore. Mason, the one I love left me while Andrew the one I thought was a creepy guy helped me even tho it was a tiny improvement from how I feel now. What a life" I sighed and held back the tears threatening to fall once more

"That a lot Amelia" he finally spoke "are you sure Mason meant what he said? No one would believe this if it wasn't real. Have you talked to him?"

"I tried. I found out Mason lied to me. Lied to me about Liam being in town when he was is Japan and lied to me about being is Russian when he was back in town" tears fell and I quickly grabbed the the tissue Oliver gave me and wiped the tears but that made it worse, it made me cry more. I told Oliver everything, how I went to his house and met him and Patricia in the middle of something and how he told me to leave because he was busy. Oliver's eyes remained wide in shock

"Amelia.... You're sure that was Mason?" He asked

"Yes Oliver, I wish I was hallucinating but I wasn't... It was him" my face is already red by now

I got out of the car because if I stayed in there any longer I'd sob loudly and that's the last thing I want. I'd be too vulnerable. As I walked toward the doors, Oliver ran out and followed me. He grabbed my hand and tuned me round to face him

"Mason is high on something if he actually did that. This doesn't make sense at all but I believe you. I believe what you saw" he looked at me reassuringly and enveloped me in a big teddy bear hug "something isn't right, I'll do everything I can to dig deep. Please Amelia, don't cry over him. If Mason actually did this, he isn't with it"

"Thank you Oliver" I pulled away from him and started walking to the door. I opened the door, looked back at him, gave a dead smile and closed the door behind me

Deep breaths Amelia. Deep breaths. I said as I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a handful of chocolate bars from the fridge, two carbonated drinks and went upstairs. I was finally back in the comfort of my room. I paced the snacks on the reading table, tossed my bag beside the table and threw myself on the bad laying faced down as I rolled and enveloped myself in the duvet to look like a sausage roll, face facing the ceiling

"Tough first day?" Andrew. It was him. Of course it's him. He must be sitting by the window again. He has been very fond of doing so lately.

"Uhuh" I remained as I was feeling too weak to move

"Same" his feet tapped the window frame. I stopped trying, I remember locking the windows all the time but he penetrated them. Whatever voodoo magic he's doing, I really don't care anymore. I'm simply never in the mood

I remained like that in silence watching the ceiling and suddenly finding interest with how the curves designs looked. I'd rather think of anything than my current predicament. Even the ceiling will be better thought.

I heard Andrews footsteps in the room and I watched him walk to my reading table. He pulled out my notebook and flipped through the pages of each book. He seems to sort them to two groups

"You have just one Chemistry assignment and one English project" he announced

"Yeah..." I didn't even want to think of assignment, my energy and spirit for literally everything today is done "help yourself with one soda and a chocolate if you want" I knew he'd be here that's why I took two drinks with me

I watched him click away in his phone and then looked around the desk, got a plane sheet of A4 paper and started scribbling something on it. A few minutes later he placed the paper between the chemistry book and walked over to me

"I did the assignment for you, copy it down and study it well before closing that book. I can't really help with the English project because I have no idea what your group plans" he looked at me lovingly, his kindness makes me want to cry again. At this point I'd use anything as an excuse to cry

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because I care about you" he said simply "and I love you"

"I mean, why are you still doing this when you know I still love Mason?"

"Mason doesn't deserve your love. I will wait for you Amelia, wait for you to realize that I will love you and cherish you more than Mason ever would" he spoke softly "even if you still love him, I cannot bring myself to stop loving you or watch you suffer"

I was silent. I didn't know anything to say. This feels strange and somewhere in my heart I felt guilty. How can I tell him my heart belongs to Mason? How can I tell him the farthest relationship with him will forever be the friend zone? He seems very determined and knows what he wants, he wants me. His eyes told me that clearly every single day. Could I learn to love him? Does one even learn to love someone?

"Amelia, you have a bright future. Your SAT is next month. You're in the last session of senior year. You have ambitions and dream collages you wish to attend" he reminded me "please don't let the thought of someone so unworthy distract you from that. I beg you"

He was right. I do have visions I need too achieve. Unlike Mason that could get whatever he wants with the snap of his finger, I cannot do that. I nodded and unrolled myself out of the sausage wrap I made, Andrew smiled. I walked to the reading table and sat if the chair. Opened the can of soda and turned on the computer

"You're right" I sipped the soda and searched for Ivy league collage I was interested in. Harvard, Yale or Princeton. I want one amongst the holy trinity. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Keep that goal in your head and you should be fine" he grabbed the second soda can, popped it open and drank from it "anyway, now that I see you're up and about, I'll be off. Bye Amelia" he headed to the window

"Bye Andrew, thank you" I watched as he sat in the frame

"Don't mention" he was gone

For some reason, the kindness he has for me meant everything at this moment. I thanked him internally for restoring my spirit once more, everything he said was right. I don't have time to wallow in misery, I'll have to take my broken heart and put it in the drawer. My brain is what I need right now.

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