Chelsea's point of view: I don't know why. I know I should just PRETEND to be surprised, But I felt the REAL anger of being cheated on. Don't blame me. This is NOT the first time of me being cheated on. Am I that unworthy to be loved? "YOU! KEN! How DARE you! Just as I thought!!" I shouted angrily, startling them both. "Chels?" Ken asked in confusion. "Chelsea, you're misunderstanding things!" Karmela said in desperation. She grabbed my two arms before I can slap him on the face. "Let me GO, Karmela! This DEMON deserves a PUNCH FROM HELL!" I screamed, trying to break free from Karmela's resistance. "You THREE, you are disturbing the other customers. Please exit this restaurant... IMMEDIATELY." the manager of the restaurant ordered and escorted us out the door. "Chelsea... please listen to me." Karmela begged as soon as we got out of the restaurant. I turned away from her and folded my arms. "Mm. I'm listening." "Ken..." Karmela started, "did not want to cheat on you. He actually REJECTED me. As soon as he knew that we were good friends, he invited me to join you both. We were actually talking about you and your interests. Nothing harmless, don't you think?" I turned around and faced Ken. "Is that true?" As they both nodded, I felt my face blush in embarrassment. "Shocks, I'm so sorry, Ken. It's just that there was a rumor that you were cheating on me. I doubted you." I apologized, bowing my head. "Chels, it's okay. You know that I love you. Okay?" "I'm so sorry." I apologized again. I went to his arms and hugged him as ge hugged me. Stupid Rick. This was all his FAULT. I shouldn't have doubted Ken if he did not say those things to ne. The almost-ruined date continued. It wasn't bad at all. Actually, I was having fun! Ken completely forgot the incident and made sure that I was happy. "I'll just get you a hot drink." Ken offered as he escorted me to a bench. "Thank you." I said. Ken walked away and a small notebook fell from his pocket. "Ken!" I called out, but to no avail, he did not hear me. So, I got up from the bench and reached for the small notebook. "I guess this is used frequently." I commented, referring to the torn front page. Then, a paper fell from the notebook. I picked it up from the ground. and opened the notebook just to insert the paper. Then, a word caught my eye. My eyes widened. WH-WHAT is THIS?! WHAT'S THE MEANING OF THIS?! Ken came back with the two drinks that he bought from the nearby vending machine. "Chels, what do you want? Coffee or T-..." As soon as he saw the familiar notebook on my hands, his eyes popped out. He dropped the two drinks and quickly charged forward. He aggresively snatched the notebook from my hands. "DID YOU LOOK INSIDE IT?! TELL ME, CHELSEA. DID YOU LOOK WHAT WAS WRITTEN ON THE NOTEBOOK?!"
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Chelsea's point of view: I slowly opened the small notebook. WHAT IS THIS?! WHAT'S THE MEANING OF THIS?! These were the words written on the notebook: Kels McAdam- Monday, 1:00 pm-3:00pm Regina Walters- Tuesday, 2:00 pm-3:00 pm Katherine Lee- Wednesday and Thursday, 12:00 am- 5:00 pm WHAT IS THIS?! Please do NOT tell me this is a girlfriends- schedule notebook. No, IMPOSSIBLE. Ken just PROVED himself trustworthy just a while ago. Please tell me this is school-related. Then, something caught my eye. My eyes widened in disbelief and anger. It was written: Chelsea Homers- Friday to Sunday. Things to do: Cancel date with Kels and confirm date with Chels. My hands were shaking. Everything seemed clear now. Ken didn't want to go on a date with me today because he had SOMETHING scheduled for this girl "KELS". "KELS", the name he mistook calling me. AAARGH. I'm such an IDIOT. He was REALLY CHEATING all along. "Chels, what do you want? Coffee or T..." Ken abruptly stopped as soon as he identified the thing I was holding. Horrified, Ken quickly charged towards me and aggressively snatched his "PRECIOUS" notebook from me. "D-DID YOU SEE WHAT IS INSIDE?!" he demanded, grabbing my hand tightly. Anger was building up. For a moment, I was scared for I might have a sudden heart-attack with all these painful happenings. "No." I bluntly lied, but my eyes were telling the truth. They welled up. After a second, I was sobbing. After another second, I was already wailing. Ken lowered his head. "I'm sorry." Ken sadly whispered. "SORRY?! Do you think everything will be erased with just a mere 'SORRY'??!!" I screamed. My knees gave away and I collapsed, still crying heavily. "I'm so sorry." Ken repeated sincerely. He knelt down and bowed his head. "WHY?! WHY are you DOING this to me?! I thought you LOVE me!!!" I shouted. I cried even more when I mentioned the word "love". "Chels, people change." Ken explained lamely. "DO NOT TALK TO ME EVER AGAIN, YOU FREAKIN' LIAR! I THOUGHT YOU WERE DIFFERENT!!!" I screamed even more. I got up and SLAPPED Ken straight to the face. After giving him more PAINFUL slaps, I collapsed on the bench and sobbed some more. After some time, I looked up. Ken. He's GONE. He LEFT me. I let out a forced laugh. WHAT was I EXPECTING? Ken will be running back to me and just to say that EVERYTHING was just a funny PRANK?! C'mon, QUIT DREAMING! This is REALITY. He... LIED. CHEATED. LEFT. There is NOTHING I could do about it. Truly, we live in a world full of SIN and TORMENT. Goodbye, Kenneth Winston.