A light sound buzzes waking me up. My eyelashes flutter and it takes me a few seconds to adjust my sight and realize where I am. I gaze up only to find him laying under me.

His eyes are shut as I hear his rhythmic slow breathing. His chest rises and falls slowly while my hands are placed upon it. His head is leaned in the side making his hair fall gracefully on his forehead. The moonlight that has slipped in the room through the glass window strokes his face, allowing me to see him clearly.

He indeed looks like an angel now more than ever. He looks so calm and peaceful as if all the weights have been lifted by this shoulders, freeing him. He doesn't appear to be an evil demon that was raised from Hell to trick me. The way the light graces his eyes and lips, casting shadows upon his beautiful face provides an angelic peace. A peace that passed through me too. A peace I craved and offered me so generously. Angels have this heavenly ability, not demons.

I glance at the nightstand next to the bed and looking back at his closed eyes, I take it in my fingers. A message flashes on the screen.

Nice talk babe. Can't wait for the next one. A name appears on it, Racheal.

I read the text again and feel the anger pass through me in waves. I place it back and attempt to get up from the bed. How stupid I must be to even consider his words? He lied to me like he always did. He just used me again wanting to get back together and I almost thought about it. I can't believe my own stupidity.

His arms are so tightly wrapped in me and I can't move despite my constant actions for it. He realizes me before his eyes open. His blue eyes gleam under the light and I see relief dominated them as he realizes that I'm still here. Not for long though.

"Let me go,"

"Why? What happened?"

"Nothing, I just need to go,"

"What time is it?" I roll my eyes not having any luck controlling my nerves. He used me again to processed his plan that fell off the tracks and I almost bought it. Again.

"I don't know. Let me go!" I exclaim taking his arms in my hands. I try to take them off but he has got a different opinion. The sleepiness seems to leave his eyes. He sits up taking me with him. I pull away but his arms slide further around me circling me.

"What's going on?" I stare down at his concerned blue eyes. All the tranquility has evaporated.

"Corbyn let me go. I want to leave,"

"Alright, I will but first tell me, what is it?" He asks, his eyes never quitting following me. And unfortunately, I can't help the fairies that dance inside my stomach. Even my heart flutters in my cage rib.
"Check your phone," I snap and he frowns. His hand leaves me and I grab the chance to take off rapidly. But he's stronger and faster than me; he always was. He rolls us over so I lay under him looking up at him. His weight is pressed on me not giving me a portal to go.

"You need to stop doing that," He murmurs causing me to roll my eyes.
"You're the one to talk," I retort and see him ignore my comment as he takes the phone in his hand. I see his eyes going from one end to another, reading it before they land on me.

"What about it?" I raise my eyebrows.

"Are you kidding me?"

"No, I'm not. It's just a text," He replies as if nothing is wrong and I'm being nothing but insane and exaggerated.

"Oh, it's just a text," I repeat. "Do you see the word baby in it?" He cocks his head running his head through his blonde hair. "I didn't even call you that," I add and I notice the corners of his lips curve upwards.

"It's not..."

"Did you sleep with her?" I interrupt him and his eyes shoot to mine the second the last word is heard.

"You're not seriously asking me this," His body is tensed against mine and his eyes become more luminous due to the anger that swims in their blue ocean.
"I do,"

"I just told you that I'm so in love with you that I can't bear being apart from you and think I would go sleep with another girl?" Seconds pass as we stare at each other under the moonlight; covered in utter silence and motionless.

"Is that what you think of me?"

"You have a past Corbyn that..."

"Don't you dare play that card on me right now," He stops me by saying. His annoyance is mixed with a negative surprise. He didn't think I could imagine this of him. Although, I do. "I have a past and so do you. I can't do a damn thing about it. Since the moment we were in a relationship that we both established, I hadn't touched any other girl,"

"It was your rule," I remember the reason the made me think and eventually accept his offer with rules. "That's why. Maybe if you hadn't put it, who knows what you might have done,"

He locks his eyes. His face is twisted and his breathing is far from slow, it quick and swallow. My eyes dart to his chest that moves so rapidly.

"What did you put this rule anyway? You could have fooled me and mess around. You know two in the package of one."

"Stop it," He snarls. "I made the rule because I didn't need to touch any other girl and I goddamn wanted you to know that. I know how my fucked up past might have affected you. I didn't care about the girls I fucked and neither should you. And if I wanted them as you claim and what the hell have I been doing the last weeks?"

He raises his eyebrows waiting for an answer I can't offer. "You told me what the rumors say about you and I know them because every damn day there are people talking about this shit. Do I care? Yes. Because it has to do with you and with what I did. So, did you hear what they're fucking say about me?"

"You're a boy, Corbyn. None thought that you made something. Do think it is easy for me to go to school where everybody thinks I'm a fool for letting you go? Constantly doubting and questioning my dignity? Do think it's easy to be dealt with?"

"I didn't say it was. But do you think they don't talk about me too?"

"It's different. It's always better for the boy."

"They say I've gotten soft on you. I'm fucking devastated because we're done. Murmuring around how I changed..."

"Is that what this is about? Because you stopped being the playboy with the most conquests in school? What? Are you scared you lost your charm? Is your big ego hurt?"

"It's not that. It's not that simple."

"You did this. You caused this to you, to me and to us. Whatever that supposed to mean."

"What are you talking about?" He questions with confusion evident in his voice.

"I'm not sure it has ever been us."

"Not this again," He murmurs glancing up.
"Again?"

"Look, this text meant nothing,"

"I'm sure," I growl.

"Don't be like this,"

"She texts you and calls you baby after the whole school knows we broke up..."

"We didn't break up," He tells me and I roll my eyes.

"Whatever. I wasn't even calling you that when we were dating. What am I supposed to think?"

"First, it's not my fault you weren't calling me that," He smirks as I gape at him. "Second, did you also read the word talk?" He turns the screen to make me look but my eyes don't leave his; something that makes him grin. "We just talked,"

"About what?" I ask without even thinking. I feel the fire of jealousy burn me and forcing me to act like this. But at the moment I don't care. I want an answer.

"I don't think I have ever seen you like this before," He speaks with a smirk playing on his lips. It has been quite a while since I saw him smiling. It feels like centuries. I bite my own lip to reassure myself that I won't mirror his face.

"Like what?" He leans down putting his elbows at my sides and looks straight into my eyes; inches between us. My eyes unconsciously dart to his lips before they gaze up. I shouldn't be doing or thinking like this. My eyes widen and I halt breathing as he comes closer.

"Jealous," He whispers and I narrow my eyes.

"I'm not jealous," I state trying to act like the proximity doesn't affect me at all.

"You're baby, you are,"

"Don't call me that and I am not," I utter earning a chuckle. "You don't get to laugh. You just barge in here demanding an answer if I made out with Jace. Weren't you jealous then?"

He stares at me not more laughing and I giggle this time. "Maybe I did,"

His whole body tenses before his lips press each other painfully. The rage I see flashing them startles me. "So you did..." He murmurs. " I knew something was up when I saw you together. I thought you were better than this," His eyes are cold and pained as if I kicked him with such a force that I unbalanced his whole universe. I feel guilty eating me up and I decide to put an end to this fake statement.

He tries to sit up and I roll my eyes. "That's how I felt," I press my finger above his heart to make it clear. "I thought you were better than just a playboy that wanted to sleep with me. Look where that got me,"

"You were supposed to be better than both of us. Cheat on me with Jace?" He shouts no longer being able to hold it. "What the hell were you thinking?"

"Does it mind is Jace?"

"Yes," He snaps.

"Oh, so if it was Ethan, would it better?" He doesn't answer and I do it for him. "It wouldn't, and we both know this."

"Was that how much we meant to you? Like we had something you could just fucking throw away? How could you do this?" He stands up pacing back and forth. I realize that his words would be exactly the same if I had been the one using him. So, I keep my mouth shut.

"You were together for some weeks and I know it wasn't much but it was enough for me to know that you are it for me. I thought you felt something too but apparently, I was so goddamn wrong!" Both of his hands are occupied with his hair as he keeps cursing. "I thought..." He starts. "I fucking thought you were better than this! I thought you were different than those chicks who sleep with another guy and the next day move to the next!" I grasp the sheet of the bed in my hands to make distract me from screaming at him.

"Was all an act? Your need to take things slow? Did you act being shy around me? Afraid to touch me?"

I don't answer and he nods thinking he guessed the answer out of my silence. "So all was a lie. Are you at least a virgin or was that a lie to play me too?"

"Unbelievable," he murmurs shaking his head. I stand up and walk to him.

"That's exactly how I feel." His eyes fly to mine.

"It's different. This is far from what I did!" He roars and I nod.

"You're right, it's. Because I never made out with him,"

"What?"

"See...that feeling who felt right now. Like all our moments were fake. Did you like it? Did you like being used by me like that? Knowing I had no interest in you but myself?"

"Amelia..." He steps closer the instant I take a step back.

"No," I look up to him. Pain now has overtaken everything. "That's how I feel. And now you know,"

I stride to the door going downstairs while tears escape my eyes.