Glass Hearts [BL]-Chapter 247: He Fucking Lied! [June’s POV]

I just stood there.

For a full minute, I couldn’t move. Couldn’t even breathe right.

"Ian Han?" I repeated, just to make sure my ears weren’t playing tricks on me.

Crystal sniffled, wiping her face with a tissue.

"Yeah. Ian Han. From the hockey team."

My mouth went dry. "Wait...like, Ian Han, as in...Blackwell’s son? My..."

I stopped before I could say boyfriend.

She frowned, raising an eyebrow. "Why do you sound so weird about it?"

"I..I just... need to be sure," I stammered. "You’re sure it’s him?"

She nodded, like it was obvious. "Of course I’m sure. We dated last year. He’s that guy who acts all sweet and romantic, makes you feel special, and then disappears after he has sex with you."

My stomach twisted so hard I thought I was gonna be sick. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

No. No, this can’t be true.

"Sorry," my voice came out thin. "How many weeks, or months, are you?"

"Two weeks," she said quietly.

Two weeks.

Two Freaking Weeks.

Something inside me snapped.

My chest felt like it was caving in, like every heartbeat hurt.

Two weeks. That means...

"Wait." I took a step back, my head started spinning. "Was it... before or after Dominic’s birthday party?"

Crystal blinked, thinking. "Um... I think two or three days before his birthday? I can’t really remember, but definitely that week."

I felt my throat close up.

No, no, no, no.

I could hear myself saying it out loud as I stumbled toward the door.

"No, it’s not true... that’s not possible..."

The hallway lights blurred.

My hand pressed against my chest, trying to stop the ache that wouldn’t stop growing.

It’s been two weeks since Dominic’s birthday.

Two weeks ago, Ian and I were planning that same party together....laughing, holding hands, sneaking kisses. He didn’t stop flirting with me.

Even that night at the beach house...God, that night...

He looked me right in the eye and said, "I haven’t had sex with anyone in over a month."

My stomach dropped.

He lied.

He fucking lied.

Why would he do that? Why would he look at me like I meant something, while he was...while he was with her?

I could still hear Crystal’s voice echoing behind me, muffled by the door:

"He said he’d give me cash to throw the trash away."

I wanted to scream.

To throw something.

To throw the stupid necklace he gifted me off, because it suddenly felt like it was choking me.

Instead, I just kept walking.

By the time I got out of school, I didn’t even remember how I made it to the gate.

Everything felt blurry...like I was watching myself from outside my own body.

My ears were ringing.

My stomach hurt so bad I thought I was going to pass out right there on the sidewalk.

Maybe it was the cramps. Maybe it was the heartbreak.

Maybe both.

I kept hearing her voice in my head.

Two weeks.

He said he’d give me cash to throw the trash away.

I needed to tear out every memory of him smiling at me like I was his whole world.

Yuri was right.

She told me. She literally warned me.

"Stay away from my brother, June. He’s stupid. He’ll break your heart."

And I laughed. I told her, "Relax, I can handle myself."

God. I was so sure.

So freaking sure.

I stumbled through the front door when I got home, kicked off my shoes, and went straight to my room.

Didn’t bother turning on the light. Just fell on my bed.

And that’s when it hit.

The pain.

Both of them... my cramps and my heart, like they were in some horrible competition to see which one could hurt more.

I curled up, clutching my stomach.

Tears just started falling without me even realizing it.

"Why was I so stupid," I whispered into my pillow. "Stupid to trust that stupid boy!"

My phone buzzed beside me.

Ash.

You left school early and didn’t inform me. Are you okay?

I wiped my face with the back of my hand and typed back:

Me: Bad cramps. I just had to leave.

Lie.

Huge, stupid, pathetic lie.

A second later, another wave of nausea hit.

I barely made it to the bathroom before I threw up.

My throat burned. My hands were shaking.

I sat on the floor for a long time, just breathing.

The tiles were cold. My whole body hurt.

I wanted to text him... Ian, to ask why.

Why me?

Why lie?

Why make me feel special if I was just another name on his list?

All this just to fuck me and dump me too?

But I didn’t.

I deleted his contact instead.

"This is why I never trust anyone," I muttered, staring at my reflection.

"First Mom. Now Ian."

My voice cracked as I whispered,

"I am never speaking to him again."

I walked back to my bed, crawled under the blanket, and finally let it all out.

The sobs came so hard they shook my whole body.

My eyes burned when I finally stopped crying.

Everything felt swollen... my face, my chest, even my heart.

I dragged myself off the bed and walked to the mirror.

One look and...Damnn.

I looked worse than crystal did in the restroom earlier.

"Ughhhhh," I winced. "This is what betrayal looks like, people."

I leaned closer, trying to smoothen my hair, but my hands were shaking too much.

I gave up and just stared at myself, that empty, tired look staring back like I didn’t even know who I was anymore.

For some stupid reason, I picked up my phone.

Part of me still hoped he’d text.

Maybe an apology. Maybe something.

Nothing.

No new messages from Ian.

Just my reflection in the black screen...pathetic, heartbroken, and still waiting for someone who clearly didn’t care.

"Figures," I whispered, dropping the phone onto my bed. "He’s probably out there ’sorting things out’ again. Maybe fucking someone else this time. Or impregnating another."

My chest tightened again.

I wanted to cry, but I was so done crying. It felt like I’d run out of tears.

Then my phone buzzed.

For a second, my heart jumped...stupidly hoping it was him.

But it wasn’t.

Ren: Hi Jellybean, are you still coming today? Should I just pick you up after school? We can leave together.

I stared at the message for a long time.

"Jellybean."

God, even the nickname hurt today.

I sighed, flopping back onto my bed, staring at the ceiling like it had answers.

How do I even tell him I’m not coming anymore? That I’m too wrecked to move, too tired to smile, too heartbroken to sing?

Ren doesn’t deserve my mess.

But the truth is, right now I can’t even be June everyone expects.

Right now I’m just... tired.

Tired of being hurt, tired of pretending it doesn’t break me every time someone lies.

I used to think heartbreak made you stronger.

But right now, it just feels like proof I keep loving the wrong people.

Now I understand how Ash feels.

I locked my phone and pressed it to my chest, whispering to the empty room,

"Sorry, Ren. Not today."