One Chance (Part 1)(34)
“Haley, I may have been drunk, but I’m not fucking stupid. I just can’t believe I didn’t put it together until now,” he says pissed off, running his hands through his hair angrily.
“Put what together?” I ask confused and lost on what he’s talking about.
“Quinn, your best friend Quinn. The girl you were here with one night before, who went off with someone and you said you’d be fine Quinn, go have fun,” he says looking beyond pissed. Shit.
“What are you talking about?” I decide to play dumb.
“Don’t fucking play games with me,” he says getting louder, “I even made a comment on your hair and eye color and told you how you looked like someone from back home; not knowing it was actually you. It actually came up in conversation the other day with Meg about your eye color, how it changes from blue to green. But Haley, your eyes have only ever been blue, so what the fuck is going on?” he shouts.
“My eyes are blue.”
“Haley, we slept together in this fucking room. Why did you not tell me the truth? Why did you let me think you were someone else?” he asks angrily.
“What do you want me to say?” I ask giving in. I’m busted.
“The fucking truth,” he shouts, “You know me, why would you do that?” I can’t tell him I’ve been in love with him forever; he’d hate me then probably kick me out of his house. “Well?” he asks sounding more annoyed.
“It was a bet alright. It was just a bet,” I say lying through my teeth.
“A bet? You slept with me on a fucking bet?” he yells looking more pissed than I thought possible.
“It isn’t a big deal, Liam.”
“The fuck it isn’t. How the fuck could you do that? Do you make bets like that all the time or was that just a one-time thing?” he yells.
“No, I don’t do that all the time.”
“So, it was just a one-time thing so you could what, see if you could, what Haley?” he screams.
“Nothing Liam, it was only a bet, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” I say trying to calm down the situation.
“Fuck your sorry Haley, they’re useless. I want you out of my house and out of my life. Don’t talk to me, don’t fucking look at me, as of this point you are nothing to me, do you understand that?” he says extremely irate.
“But what?” I ask on the verge of tears.
“Do you have any idea what the fuck you’ve done?”
“No. You said it yourself that night, you were single.”
“It has nothing to do with that. It has everything to do with you lying and using me for a fucking game. I thought I knew you, but you’re right, I know nothing about you, and what I’m finding out I fucking despise,” he says harshly.
“You don’t mean that.”
“The fuck I don’t. Now get the fuck out of my house,” he yells. I grab a hold of the door sober as hell now, race down the stairs and out the door as fast as my feet will carry me. I chant to myself not to cry until I’m as far away from his house as possible.
By the time I reach my dorm room, the tears have already started flowing from my eyes. I’m not sure how long I cry before I hear Quinn beside me. “What the hell happened Haley?” she asks all concerned.
“He knows,” is all I say before more tears fall.
“Oh no, how?”
“When I said your name to introduce you, he remembered, it was something similar to what I said the first time we were there together. That and Meg said something about how cool it was that my eyes could change from blue to green, when they can’t.”
“Oh sweetie, I’m so sorry,” she says as she slowly rubs my back.
“He hates me.”
“I’m sure he doesn’t hate you. How could he? You love him.”
“He doesn’t know that,” I say through sniffles.
“What did you tell him?” she asks confused.
“Not that I’m in love with him, that’s for sure.”
“Then what?”
“I told him it was a bet.”
“That you slept with him on a bet?” she asks with a nervous look.
“I didn’t know what else to say.”
“Oh Haley, so he thinks you lied because of a bet, that’s pretty bad sweetie. Maybe you should have just told him the truth.”
“I can’t do that,” I say through fresh tears.
“At least we only have two weeks left; maybe a break will be good for you.”
“Great, now how am I supposed to get home?”
“We’ll figure something out.”
For the next two weeks Quinn and I pack up and start to move things into our bedroom at the sorority house. No point in dragging it home, when we can move it into an empty bedroom. Finals suck, but they are almost over.