"What's wrong, honey?" Dominic sat down next to me on the sofa and began stroking my hair. I moved his hand away, shaking my head and folding my arms. No way in hell was he getting away with this. I was not going to sit and pretend it was all right. "Amber, you've been like this all day. Just tell me what's up."
"You should know what's up," I told him stiffly. This game had gone far enough.
"Well I don't," he frowned, and moved so he could look at me. I don't know what he saw on my face but his own expression suddenly changed from confusion to understanding, come bewilderment. "Please tell me you are not thinking..."
"I don't know," I spat. "Why don't you ask Nicola fucking Bridshaw?"
His eyes widened. "Amber, you have got the wrong idea completely."
"Oh, have I?" I said, getting out my phone to search for the message. "Have I really?"
He blinked a few times, as if he was trying to get his head around what I was saying. "Yes, you have. Just calm down a minute and let me explain."
I raised an eyebrow, snapping, "Oh, I have all the explanation I need right here," and I threw my mobile into his lap. He picked it up and mumbled the message as he read it. "And go through them all. Trust me, there's a whole bloody reel of them."
He was silent for thirty seconds as he scanned them and then he looked at me calmly. "Amber, I think you need to trust me. This wasn't my idea."
"Would the hell should I trust you? Didn't you read them properly?" I grabbed the phone from him and stood up. "Your boyfriend's looking good," I quoted sourly. "Having fun with your boyfriend."
He stood up too and locked my wrists in his fists. "Listen. You have got the wrong idea, Amber. The wrong idea completely." He seemed determined to change my mind. I wasn't having any of it.
"Of course I have," I told him sarcastically. "Of course. Because you're not just trying to cover up the mess you've made."
"No. I'm trying to sort this out. You have to-"
"I don't have to do anything you say," I gritted my teeth.
He nodded. "No you don't. I'm asking you. Please just listen."
I wrenched my hands from his grasp and glared at him before stalking past him to go out.
"All right," he said. "I'm sorry. But do you really trust her more than you trust me?"
I stopped and turned around. "Dominic, I know she's had her eye on you since the moment we started dating. You're not always right, you know."
He sighed. "I know I'm not. And neither are you. Let me just explain."
"You have twenty seconds," I narrowed my eyes.
"Al right," he said, holding my gaze. "I was at the park with Eric and Nathan. Nicola was also there and she tried to flirt with me-"
"I knew it!" I exclaimed. "I knew it! I told you!" I opened the door and started to go out. He put a hand on my shoulder.
"And I didn't let her. I told her she could fuck right off," he looked right into my eyes. "She was winding you up, Amber. Those texts are from her and her only. I know for a fact that she's been trying to break us up ever since we got together. Who doesn't? She's a slag and a slut and everyone knows it. You jumped to conclusions."
I suddenly felt very guilty as I realised he was right. I had just jumped to conclusions. But I still wouldn't let it drop completely, would I?
"I'm going out," I muttered, sounding annoyed. He looked defeated and he sighed before I slammed the door.