My undercover life - Season 1 - Episode 19

5 years ago

My undercover life - Season 1 - Episode 19

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Hearing nothing but the sound of my own heartbeat, everything went black before the phone slipped from my hands, and crashed onto the floor with a loud bang. Three sets of eyes looked at me, one with concern, one with curiosity, and one with anger. Feeling someone’s heated gaze darting bullets at me, I glanced down nervously, seeing my phone laying safely next to my feet. Before I realized what was happening, Dennis’ voice filled the air.
“A-h-h why-y are you so good at t-th-his?” he m0aned softly, his breath uneven. I bit my lips, blinking back the tears. I couldn’t cry—I can’t cry. Not in front of them and not in front of my cousins, either. Even though they weren’t here physically, they could still hear and see everything.
“Practice makes perfect,” a raspy voice answered back.
My eyes widened when I suddenly recognized the voice. It was the same deep chuckle I’d heard last time—his roommate. I blinked, realizing that Dennis, my boyfriend was gay and he was f-----g his d--n roommate. My dark orbs cut, as I narrowed my eyes at my phone—forgetting my earlier feelings—as I imagined his slow, and painful death.
Ignoring everyone around me, and their confused faces, I bent down and snatched my phone off the ground, hitting the end button. Redialing his number, I placed it back near my ear, ready to give him a piece of my mind. I tapped my fingers on the white-clothed table, waiting impatiently for him to pick up. When he finally did, he had the nerve to pretend everything was okay in the world when it wasn’t.
“Hey babe!” he shouted, as I heard rumbling noises in the background. Rolling my eyes at his fake cheery voice, I pushed back my emotions, and placed a smile on my face.
“Hi Dennis,” I said through clenched teeth. “What’s up?”
“Oh nothing much,” he said totally oblivious to the fact that he just butt-dialed me. “Just doing some homework.” Lies.
“Is your roommate around?” I asked, getting straight to the point.
“Ah, yeah . . .” He paused—a clear sign he’s thinking—“Why?”
“Can I please talk to him?” I probed as nicely as I could. Dennis was smart, and I couldn’t let him figure out my plan before I even get there; I had to play it cool.
“Um, alright,” he said, probably confused as hell, but did as I said. I waited a second or so, before another voice came through the speaker.
“Hello?” the b-----d said as he cleared his throat. “Who’s this?”
“I’m your roommate, ex girlfriend. Please tell Dennis he can go f--k himself. Better yet, you guys can continue doing whatever the hell you’re doing, because I am so done,” I said all in one breath. Before the b-----d could say anything back, I added, “Oh and by the way tell Dennis not to leave his phone in his back pocket anymore. You never know who it’s going to call.” Hitting the end button, I turned off my phone, slamming the phone on the table, before letting out a loud frustrated sigh.
“Um . . . what was that?” Hunter was the first to ask, breaking the silence in the air. Snapping my head up at him, I saw Ailee slapping Hunter upside the head, causing Hunter to cry out in pain. Before Hunter could direct his rage at his sister, I opened my mouth and told them the truth.

“My boyfriend cheated,” I said simply.
“You have a boyfriend!?” Hunter exclaimed, leaning forward in shock. Feeling the table shake, I held my glass, not wanting it to spill.
“Had,” I stressed out to him. “I just broke up with him.”
“We heard,” Ailee jumped in, giving me a sympathetic smile. “Are you okay?”
I forced a grin on my face. “Just peachy.”
“I’m sorry,” she apologized even though she shouldn’t be. It wasn’t her fault Dennis decided to cheat on me, confirming all the rumors I’d been hearing surrounding him. Well, beside the fact that it was with a guy instead of a girl like I thought it would’ve been. “If you want to talk about it—”
“I don’t,” I cut in. I chewed on my bottom lip, automatically feeling guilty for snapping at her like that. I gave her an apologetic smile—which she accepted—before I turned to Hunter. “Listen, I feel bad for doing this but could we please cut our study session short today?”
“Sure.” He nodded rapidly, probably hearing the desperate tone in my voice. “Whatever you want! We studied a lot anyways.”
“Thanks,” I said, giving him a genuine smile, even though I felt nothing but deep sorrow and despair inside. Sliding my chair outwards, I grabbed my phone off the table, before getting up. I was about to push in my seat before Hunter stopped me.
“Wait.” He held my wrist from across the table. “You’re leaving now?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I need to go home.”
“But you didn’t even eat dinner yet!” he said ushering to all the food Bradlee had cooked for us.
I shrugged, ignoring the soft grumbling in my stomach. Food could wait. “Not hungry anymore.”
“Are you sure?” he tried once more. “Bradlee’s food is really good.”
“I’m sure it is,” I said, as I gently took his hand off of mine, “but I just want to go home. I’ll just grab something on my way there. I’ll see you guys.”
“Avery—”
“Bye Hunter.” I faked a smile, as I felt a sudden rush of emotions just wanting to get out. “It was nice meeting you Ailee,” I told her, before sU-Cking up the courage to face Bradlee. Seeing that Hunter wasn’t screaming out that I was Lily, I’d figured out that Bradlee didn’t know either. That, or he’s just not saying anything. “Thanks for cooking dinner. Sorry for the trouble.”
His blue eyes suddenly snapped up at me, still blazing with clear rage. Staring at him dead on, I could tell he wanted to say something. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water for a few seconds before he shook his head silently, and motioned his hand towards the door. Hearing his quiet sigh, I knew he was disappointed, but I didn’t know why. Why was he angry? Why was he like this? Why is he so confusing to read?

Letting out a sigh of my own, I gave Hunter and Ailee a final wave goodbye, letting Hunter know I’ll study with him one last time before the exam. Bypassing Bradlee, I picked up my speed, and ran out of the dining room as fast as I possibly could. Feeling the hot liquid spilling down my cheeks, I wiped them away, angrily. Even though I didn’t want to break down and cry, my heart was saying otherwise. When I’d reached the front door, I was a crying mess. Stepping out into the cold winter night, I felt a gush a wind blowing my hair towards my left. Ignoring the fact that my hair was probably in a disarray, I finally let the tears fall freely.
Feeling my chest raise up and down from my inhuman cries, I saw the shadow of another figure behind me. Thinking that it must be my cousins coming to get me, I hurried and hid my face, not wanting them to see it.
“Sorry, just let me—” Before I could even finish my sentence, a pair of strong arms engulfed me from behind. Feeling the weight of another person’s head on my shoulder, I cranked my head around to see none other than Bradlee.
I gasped, suddenly backing away. When we were at least a few feet away, I nervously glanced up to see a mixture of heartache and displeasure in his light blue eyes. His eyes glanced up from the ground, moving slowly up my body before they landed on my cheeks. Lifting his arm, he started heading towards me, causing me to slowly take one step back every time he took one step forward.

Before I knew it, my back touched the hard, bumpy surface behind me. Darting my eyes to my left and right, I was about to make a dash for it, before Bradlee trapped me. He was literally nose to nose to me, his arms on either side of my head, while his legs blocked mine from moving anywhere.

Looking up under my bangs, I saw his deep penetrating gaze looking straight at me. I stayed dead quiet, as I watched him raise his arm again. Shutting my eyes, I waited, my breathing faster than normal, before I felt his cool thumb, gently making contact with my cheeks.

Blinking my eyes opened, I realized he was wiping away the dry tears on my face. Seeing his teeth peaking out of of his mouth, he bit down, as he concentrated on the task on arm. Watching his brow arch down, I held his hand in mine, stopping him.
“Y-you don’t have to.”

His deep pink lips parted opened, his hot breath exhaling warm air across my face. Smelling his delicious minty breath, I could literally feel my heartbeat rapidly beating in my chest. Bradlee—he was standing so close to me. He only had to move an inch or so and our lips would be touching. And I didn’t know why, or how, but all I wanted to do was move my neck up a bit, and connect our lips together.

But before I was even brave enough to do that, Bradlee started moving in. I s----d in a breath of air, thinking he was going to kiss me. My eyes fluttered close, and before I even knew it, a huge weight fell on top of my body.

My eyes snapped open to feel Bradlee’s arms around me again, his shoulder length hair brushing the crook of my neck. Twisting slightly, I blinked. W-was he hugging me? Is this his way of comforting me?
“What are you doing?” My voice was barely above a whisper.

Even though I knew he wasn’t going to answer me, I’d still asked that question. Why? I wasn’t even sure myself. So, imagine my surprised expression when I heard a voice, so deep and raspy, I almost jumped out of my skin. Not because I was scared, but because he said something. Something to me—something that was able to melt my heart, and brought a smile to my face.

Cry on my shoulder. I’ll make the pain go away.
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