Charelle POV

Tuesday

I'm still in Ibiza, since my photoshoot is this afternoon. You surely would like to ask me about Peter, don't you?

Well. As I already told Martijn, I found out that he's still with his long term girlfriend, but it was a bad period for the couple, so he already looked for the replacement.

Yeah, this is horrible, right?

Too bad he tried to make it happen with me too.

And now, he's outside my room, knocking and begging to get in.

I decide to go and open this motherfucking door, only to see him standing outside with a smirk.

"Hello Peter! How are you doing?"

"Hi baby" he greets me and quickly pecks me on the corner of my lips.

Sorry.... WHAT?
"Peter? Are you crazy? I have a lovely boyfriend!!!"

We get into my room to avoid people to hear this conversation.

"Wait.... You are still... With Martijn?"

"I am"

"Wait. So you don't remember anything about last night? I'm surprised"

What does this exactly mean?? I hope nothing really happened....

"Peter?! What do you mean?"

"We had sex last night and you don't remember anything???? Then I must be really horrible in bed"

I feel myself fainting for a moment.

Seriously? Guys I cheated on my boyfriend? My Martijn? Oh my.....

"We did... That? Oh my God. NO! IT CAN'T BE"

"We even filmed..."

"How could I ever...... Martijn is going to be so mad!"

"Martijn? He got in bed with my girlfriend too, before we were together. You apparently don't even remember this confession...."

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He's dead. For real? He got in bed with another girl? With the 'girl he told me not to worry about'?

Motherfucker.

I have to call him.

" So he cheated on me, huh? "

" Yes? "

" Peter. This is a fucking complicated twist. So everyone got in bed with everyone?"

"Oh yeah, damn. By the way I have also to tell you that Minerva has been in a car accident, but everything is ok"

Oh geez! I'm so sorry for her! Even though my boyfriend enjoyed his time with her...

"Oh..."

"Martijn is going to be with her for a few days"

Grrrrr I want him dead.

"Peter. Just tell me. Are you sure?"

"Yesss! They were in the tent together one night, then got to Martijn's hotel room the day after and at night they got back to... Let's say 'sleep' in their tent"

My whole love for Martijn has been officially shattered in a billion pieces.

"That's the end. I want this to be over"

I look at the boy in front of me. Still mad because he got me drunk actually. But I'm pretty vendicative....

"Peter. You know what?"

"What?"

It feels strange to me, but I walk over to him and start to lift his shirt up, removing it. His hands take place on my hips and he leans in.

We began to kiss, while Peter is fidgeting with my pants to remove them. I do it with him too, just like Martijn liked. Motherfucker. I hope you get to know every detail of this!

I rub my hands over his privates, still covered by the jeans. When I feel him turned on enough, I gently undo his pants and remove them.

I'll leave to you guys the rest.

Fuck you Martijn. Really.

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Minerva POV

This has been an horrible night. The pain just wouldn't go away. Plus my mind was racing and.... I couldn't stop thinking about that prick that couldn't even drive on a highway.

Today, Tuesday morning, I had to go to an exam, but of course I won't because of my condition.

Chris and Christina will go out for a couple days: Chris's best friend is getting married. I'm happy for the couple...

So Martijn is coming over to take care of me.

But of course he can't see me naked, so Christina is helping me out with a shower right now, hoping this will relax me a little.

I'm so tired!

"My God Miné..... Are you sure that you are OK with staying with Martijn?"

"Yes, that's OK. He said that if I need to wash tomorrow, his sister will be coming over too and help me"

Christina slowly lifts my left arm and rubs the sponge under the armpit.

"What a nice boy. I'm still pretty confident with saying that he likes you tho"

"No, I don't think so. You should have seen his smile while on the phone with her! Damn I'd die to have someone like him as a boyfriend"

"I'd like to remind you that you have a boyfriend"

"Yes, but he isn't like Martijn.... I don't even know where he is!"

Christina gets paler.
Is there something I should know?

My thoughts are interrupted by the doorbell. This must be Martijn.
I think that Chris just got the door.

We can hear even a girl's voice. Is she Martijn's sister?

I'm going to discover it in a moment.

We end here the shower, Christina squeezes water out of my hair and wraps them in a clean towel. Then she helps me with drying my body and dress up, since for me is impossible even to put on a shirt.

Once ready, we exit the bathroom, me having a tired face but.... Dude I just had a car crash!

I walk into the living room, where Martijn, Chris and Martijn's sister are. She's surely his sister, they are very similar.

"Hey... Hey guys!" I greet them.

"Hello banana.... How are you?" Martijn asked me really friendly.

"Well, as you can see I look like shit but..... Yeah not bad"

"This is my sister Laura by the way...." he introduces his sister to me and Christina.

"To be honest I already figured it out! Hi! I wish we could have met in a different way...."

"Don't worry! By the way my brother apparently loves you to death. Because my brother and running just aren't made to be in the same sentence" Laura tells me, joking with Martijn's shape.

"I'm not fat! Come on!" he gets mad to her.

"Shhhhh you wish. Anyway.... Minerva, it was a pleasure to meet you, but I really need to go now. Just call if you need some girls-things"

"Thanks Laura. I really appreciate that"

"So...goodbye guys! Oh, have a nice trip" Laura tells the couple while leaving.

Now it's just the four of us, but my flat mate and boyfriend are ready to go too.

Before they leave, I really want to know what's up with my boyfriend that Christina knows. So we enter my room to chat all alone.

"Christina. You have to tell me about my boyfriend. Where is he?"

"Chris figured out that he might be in Ibiza. He had to go there with his ex girlfriend, the girl who was with him before you. Apparently he never canceled the trip"

So.... He's in Ibiza huh?
Why didn't he just tell me? I maybe wouldn't have even gotten mad at him.

I don't like all of this. Faith is over now.