= Chris POV =
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
I paced up and down. Sarah was angry.
I had never seen her this angry.
Not only was she angry, but she was also really hot. She was so logical and composed, and oh, I wanted to ravish her there and then, but this was not the time to think about that, because I was about to lose her, and this time she wasn't going to run back to me
I groaned and threw myself on my bed. My worst nightmare had come to pass. The depths of my depravity had been exposed. I may as well be labeled a stalker, with the level at which I had dedicated my life to obsessing over that girl. While she was discovering all this dirty laundry about me, I probably should come clean about how I may or may not have sort of sabotaged her relationships on top of everything else. Better for it to come from me…right?
I stood up and brushed myself off. Yeah. This way she'll see how sincere I am. A complete open book…to a certain extent.
I looked at my hands. I had to do it. If she was going to be mad at me, she might as well be mad at me about everything. And maybe the faster she gets mad, the faster all of this will blow over, and things will go right back to how they were…right?
I walked over to the other side of the apartment and knocked on her door.
"Sarah, I think we need to talk," I said.
A few moments later, the door creaked open, and Sarah peeked around the gap, glaring at me.
"About what? I've said everything I had to say," She asked, suspicious.
"I know," I said and twiddled my fingers, trying to come across as a little shy and relatable, "but there are things that you probably should know. If you want me to be completely honest with you, I think you should know that I may … be the reason why all your relationships didn't work out at college…and beyond," I explained sheepishly.
Sarah closed the door, and after a few minutes, the door opened. She was in a long pink kimono robe, tying it around her waist while she walked over to the couch. As she sat down against the couch cushions, I trailed behind her and sat down on the coffee table so that we could be face to face instead of side by side.
"Ok, explain yourself," She said, crossing her arms, looking hot as hell with her tousled hair and aloof expression.
I swallowed hard… focus brain focus…
"So you know how you kept finding that your boyfriends would suddenly lose interest in you?" I asked.
"Yeah, wait, how would you have anything to do with that?" She asked, confused. She leaned forward a little, dropping her arms to brace the couch seat as she tried to follow along my confession.
God she looks so gorgeous when she's trying to think really hard…
"Well, I sort of spread the rumor that you were really bad at sex, among other rumors I spread about you," I explained, sighing, running a hand through my hair, "Why do you think I was always too happy to cater for those college parties? It was the perfect time to make sure to fudge up your boyfriends' chances with you by figuring out what would them turned off and telling them that you were into that," I admitted, burying my face in my hands.
"Are you serious? But everyone was so nice to me," Sarah said, frowning, "You can't be seriously telling me that the reason why they lost interest in being with me was because of some silly rumor?"
I took out my phone and showed her texts that I had with her boyfriends from way back in college.
After a few moments of scrolling through all the secret messages I had shared with her various boyfriends, she shoved my hand away, tears brimming in her eyes.
"Fuck you Chris…just…" Sarah snapped and got up, pacing up and down the room.
"So all this insecurity I have over sex was because you actively said shit to my boyfriends behind my back? God, you make me sick; I have been so lost for so long… and I came to you to help me fix it, but you are literally the problem," Sarah gasped and quickly walked across the room, then stopped.
"But why are you telling me this? You know this makes you look like a real creep, right?" Sarah asked, looking back at me.
I sighed and turned to her, then looked down, defeated.
"I know, Sarah, I know. Why do you think I stopped hanging out with you often after college? Like I said yesterday, I'm too far gone now; I can't hold back anymore," I said, feeling my body tremble as I forced myself to sit still on the coffee table no matter how much I just wanted to pull Sarah close and kiss her until she forgot about all of this.
"If after all of this, you hate me, as any normal rational person would, you should leave because now that I've told you everything, I don't have anything else to lose but you," I said and looked up at her, taking in her glory one last time, because, in the morning, I wasn't sure if she would be here anymore.
Sarah bit her lip and crossed her arms.
"Yeah, but if what you say is true, even if I were to leave, would you leave me alone?" Sarah asked.
I shook my head "No, probably not."
"And if I get into a new relationship, didn't you say you wouldn't hesitate to mess with them?" Sarah asked.
I nodded. I mean, it was a given; I already had been, and I guess I always would be.
Sarah looked, for a moment, as if she was going to say something more, but then she rolled her eyes and quickly crossed the apartment, entering her room and slamming the door shut.