"I…what was I do…right, the hotel, prom just finished, and Taylor convinced me we should get a room for the night since it’s getting late." In a split second, all of the things that had happened, and even the last several months of memories, suddenly disappeared, and a pre-prepared narrative clicked in Sadie’s mind to the point that fantasy and reality blurred in an instant.
"He said he was going to get some ice and then come back…god, get a hold of yourself, girl; why are you so nervous right now? This isn’t the first time we’ve stayed the night with each other; he’s been to your house like a million times and never tried anything." Smacking her cheeks, Sadie walked over to the bathroom of the large hotel suite and checked her makeup.
It had been the most picture-perfect storybook night for her; after her falling out with Paul because she refused to give up her virginity to him, she thought that her picture-perfect prom night was a fallacy…or at least if she did go, it would be without a date.
But when she saw little ol me sitting there all alone, the memories of our hang-out sessions came to mind, and feelings that she had long since pushed down came rising back to the surface.
’It’s hard not to like Taylor, hes kind of adorable; I just never expected he would be such a good dancer,’ Sadie thought as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and walked out of the bathroom, where a table with two glasses of wine, and several covered silver platters were waiting.
’He even went so far as to set up a candlelight dinner…maybe I should give him a chance and see where things go…he’s so different than Paul, and not as aggressive…maybe…if it’s him…’ Sadies thoughts trailed off as a faint clicking came from the door to the suite, and I entered with my bow tie and a few of my shirt buttons undone.
"Hey! Got the ice…what’s up?" Walking into the room and setting the fancy bucket down on the room service cart, which had brought our meal up, I observed Sadie with a moment of uncertainty.
"Taylor…all of this…tonight’s been amazing…but why?" sitting in front of her platter, Sadie looked up at me with confusion in her eyes.
"What do you mean?"
"Why are you being so nice to me, after how horrible I was to you…all those times Paul and everyone harassed and bullied you, I never put a stop to it…yet you are going out of your way to do all this…for me when I know you don’t have the kind of money to afford all this."
"I mean…isn’t that what you are supposed to do for the girl you’re in love with?" Answering the question with a tilted head, I could feel my eyebrow threatening to twitch in annoyance at the fact that I had to say the lines.
"Love? You….me…." Wearing an expression as if I had smacked her across the face, Sadie was at a loss for words.
"Well…, I always was since the moment we first met. You were kind, caring, gentle, and most importantly, you put up with my stupid hyper stuff, haha." Scratching the back of my head, I walked over to where Sadie was sitting and knelt down in front of her.
"I know that asshat Paul was a controlling nutcase, I know you didn’t mean any of those things you did…and when he broke your heart….it hurt me to see, but I couldn’t bring myself to say anything about it."
Taking her hands in mine, I noticed the first sign of tears welling up in Sadie’s eyes.
"It was always you, Sadie, only you, and when you asked me to go to prom with you…that made me happier than you could ever imagine. The girl I like asked me to prom; that was all that went on in my head for weeks as I got things ready."
"Dad worked overtime. I saved every penny I got from work, too, and that way, I could give you the experience you most deserved." Tracing small circles on her hand with my thumb, I internally smirked.
Because that little act may seem like a comforting gesture for me, in reality, I was tracing the lines I had carved on her hand, which were invisible to her but visible through my perception.
"I…*Hic* I’m so sorry, Taylor…for everything, I…I don’t know what I can ever do to repay what I’ve done."
’Heh, you don’t evennnn realize,’ I gotta admit, it was INCREDIBLY difficult to keep my mask on; all I did was wipe certain memories from her head and reset them to a modified version from the Origin Timeline, one where there was no plot against me by Paul, one where Sadie didn’t bring all her friends in the limo. Instead, we had a good time, which led us here.’
Of course, the level of behind-the-scenes prep work was off the charts, especially since this isn’t a hotel room; nope, still in the mancave, just redesigned it to look like a fancy hotel suite.
I also…you know, tinkered here and there with Sadie’s head, but funny enough, this was all her doing; I didn’t give her a script, all I did was nudge her in the direction that Paul is a psycho-controlling manipulator.
Meanwhile, sweet, harmless Taylor, who always looked at her like she was the whole world, who would bend over backward to do what she needed, who spent sleepless nights on projects, homework, or even listening to all the meaningless problems she had on the phone, was right here, and in love with her.
WHICH BY THE WAY, total bullshit on my part. I never loved her; if anything, I was obsessed with Sadie back then. I’ve long since realized that I don’t feel things the way other people do and that I’ll never be able to reciprocate true love.
But then again, that’s why I am so damn good at acting the part because I studied the shit out of emotions and how people react to situations in an attempt to make things seem as authentic as possible.
"What can you do?" Wearing a contemplative expression, I smiled tenderly at Sadie and brought her hand to my lips before planting a soft kiss on it.
"That’s easy, Sadie…be mine."
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