MKOP Part II: Sh*t Happened

My Kind of Perfect Part 2: Shit Happened

A/N: Hey, readers! Thanks for reading. It wasn't really my plan to write a part two for My Kind of Perfect but friends and other readers urged me to write. So I did. I now have to whole plot down, 'til the story's end but I'm trying to write them part by part. Thank you so much. I never really expected this kind of appreciation :) Also, a little bit of cursing in here ;)

Haven't read the first part? Read it here: My Kind of Perfect Part One.

"You will always be my baby. Always."

David's POV.

It had been three months. Three months after that day when I finally confessed to Isabel how I really felt. It had been three months since we've actually been together. And during those three months, the feelings I had for her, if it was even possible, just got stronger.

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One day, after dropping by Isabel's place, I got home and found myself gaping.

"Hi, Dave. We need to talk."

Katrine.

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Isabel's POV

Goddamnit. I woke up burning hot and kept sneezing like hell.

"Carlos!" I called to my brother. He then appeared a few minutes later looking disheveled.

"Que?" What?

"I think I'm sick," I said. He approached me and put his hand on my forehead, "You're running a temperature. Why don't you just stay here and rest? Don't forget to call your boyfriend and tell him you won't be going to school today," I just nodded.

Boyfriend. Ha! Who would've thought that I would be able to call David Harris Windsor my boyfriend without choking on the words?

But yes. Here I was finally able to. And for three months already. So I did. I called him and he promised to visit me after class

"Alright, drink your medications and lots of fluids. Don't stress yourself and follow your doctor. Okay?" He said with an authoritative tone.

"Yes, Doc," I mocked.

"Good. I have to go now, baby. I love you."

"I love you too. Forever and ever babe"

And that was how our conversations often ended, with our declarations of love for each other.

Mushy. But it gives me comfort and I like it.

(After one week)

I had an insane week. I was worried and I was damn sick. After the third day of my absence, I rarely received calls and messages from David. I didn't want to be the clingy and needy girlfriend type so I left it that way. Though occasionally I gave him updates about how I was doing saying I was better and I asked him how he was. He just said "Okay. I'm fine" or other vague responses that didn't really explain a thing. It felt so off. Not that I was expecting him to say mushy things like he usually does but probably more precise and thoughtful messages would have made me feel okay. It would have eased the paranoia surging within me.

After a week of absence, I was already okay. I got hit with this viral upper respiratory tract infection. Tss. I didn't even know what that meant.

I made my way to school, Carlos offered to dropped me off. He escorted me inside and my female schoolmates were giggling like they've seen some hot guy. Carlos and I made our way to the principal's office and he explained my absence. I was given extra sheets to work on to cope up with the classes I missed and I did just fine. I didn't actually flunk or anything. Which surprised me a lot.

On his way out of the campus, I looked at my brother. Really looked at him and tried to see why the girls were following him like dogs.

He looked pretty normal to me. He was was wearing his usual jeans, sneakers, a V-neck shirt and his trusty Ray Bans. Nothing out of the ordinary.

I just snorted at him and waved goodbye. But as I waved at him, I noticed something else. I saw David with another girl. He had his arm around her and they were both smiling. He passed by me and ignored me. Acted like I was nonexistent. I called to him but he didn't look back. Never spared me a second glance.

I gave up on calling him and just stared at them. A thousand thoughts running in my mind. Could this be Katrine? The girl he's ever loved? I was puzzled. I watched them as David escorted her to her classroom. I watched him as he kissed her lips before leaving. I watched it all from just a few feet away.

My knees weakened and I slumped down the nearest bench. I started breathing heavily. Next second I was crying silently. My tears running down my face.

I cried and cried. But I can't do anything, can I? It was evident that he loved the girl. Whoever she was. So I wiped up my tears and stood up groggily. Luckily a strong pair of arms straightened me up.

Lucas Montreal.

"Jesus. What happened to you?" Lucas asked. He was David's cousin-slash- best friend.

I just shook my head. And started tearing up again. I cried and leaned against him. He put his arm around my shoulder and said soothing words to me.

"Whatever you're going through, I'll always be here. Okay? Always remember that."

I opened my mouth but no sound came so I just nodded hoping he understood.

He guided me to the classroom and sat beside me. He never asked what happened. And I doubt he suspected a thing. He looked at me worriedly but didn't say more.

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After the last period of classes that day, I caught up with Lucas.

"Hey, Luke!"

"Hey, Sab. You okay now?"

"Not so but I've been better. Umm. Thanks for what you did this morning. And I'm sorry for crying like that. I didn't mean to. I guess I just wasn't prepared for it," I confessed.

"Prepared for what?"

I hesitated. Sensing it, he said, "Know what? Let's just go outside. I mean you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. Let's just have dinner out. Is that okay with you?"

I smiled at him and said sure.

Over dinner, we talked about stuff. It surprised me how easily i could talk to him about things i rarely spoke of. About why I initially moved in with my brother. About my life back in Barcelona. About his life and his biggest heartbreak, Gianna. And I ended up telling him about what happened with David.

Lucas' POV

"I thought you guys had a formal breakup. That's why I hadn't bothered to ask. I mean, last Wednesday I was surprised to see him with Katrine. So I thought you already knew..."I said and trailed off not knowing how to continue.

She shook her head, "No, I didn't. I was shocked myself. I thought he loved me. But I guess not, right? He could just easily throw away what we had. I was a fool to believe he loved me. Fool to believe he actually cared. And now I see him out with Katrine as if there had been nothing between us."

She looked so glum and down. The exact opposite of the happy and sunny Isabel Romero I knew and somehow have fallen for.

Yes. I've fallen for my cousin's (and not to mention best friend) girlfriend.

I know that sounds shit because David is a brother to me and we have known each other since we were practically babies.

And yes it's like breaking the best friend guy code. (Yikes. That sounded gay)

I turned to look at Isabel and I don't see the girl I have grown to love. I saw a girl broken beyond repair. A girl betrayed and destroyed. And I didn't really like what I saw.

You know that feeling? When all you want to do is to beat the crap out of the guy who hurt the one you love? That's exactly how I feel now. I don't like seeing Isabel hurt, much more that David did it.

So I decided that I be there for Isabel all the time. I'll be whoever she needs. If she were Bella, I'd be her Jacob. I'd be her sun, her protector, her friend, a shoulder to lean on. I'd try and mend her heart and hope that maybe someday, just maybe, you know, there'd be us. But for now, whatever and whoever she needs, I'd be that person.

She continued talking, "I just wish he told me beforehand that he no longer cared for me. That he got back together with his ex girlfriend. And that he no longer loved me."

I just looked at her wishing I'd knew how to console her and how to make her feel better.

I didn't know what else to do so I just held her close and wished to God we could stay like that together.

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After dinner we went to a local park and sat on one of the benches there when she sighed heavily.

"I'm sorry Luke. I didn't mean to burden you with my boy problems," she said and laughed softly.

"Burden? Nah. Friends tell each other everything. I mean, I'm actually glad you told me. Gives me a reason to break his nose," I said and laughed loudly, trying to make my last sentence look like a joke when I really meant it.

Upon seeing her horrified expression, "Hey, I was just kidding. My dad would kill me if I did that. Anyway, yeah. I'm happy you told me. For me it just shows how much you trust me for you to confide in me like that."

She smiled gratefully, reached for my hand and gave it a little squeeze. I squeezed hers back. She let go and sighed. Pff.

"So how are you holding up? I mean after talking about it?" Feeling like crap, you idiot. I told myself. Stupid of me to ask. She just had her heart broken and I asked her how she was holding up. I mentally smacked myself for even asking her.

She just shrugged. "I don't know. Do you know how it feels? I mean this," while pointing to the part above her chest where her heart was, "my heart, it's just breaking. It's really hurting me to see him with her. I don't know how to react or what to do..." she trailed off and I could see her eyes glistening with tears.

"I've never been sadder than now. The pain I feel now is hardly comparable to the pains of people combined. It's just that I've never been in a relationship before. But I always thought when two people are together and they love each other, they last. Guess I was wrong then..."

I engulfed her in my arms and she started crying again. I just stroked her head, her arm, her back and tried consoling her.

"Shh Shh. Don't cry now, Isabel. He's not worth it. Nobody deserves your tears."

When her cries turned to barely audible sobs, I drove her to their place. I kept thinking why would David do such thing. I mean, Isabel has been everything he needed. Everything a guy wanted yet he still left her.

After dropping her off, I drove home and stormed to my room angrily. I was debating whether I'd go and talk to David, try to talk some sense into him. But in the end, I realized that it wasn't my position to yammer at him. It was Isabel's.

I stared at nowhere until the wee hours of the morning and fell asleep thinking about Isabel.

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Isabel's POV

I woke up the next morning with a smile on my face. And a long list of gentlemen, happy to take your place.

Demi Lovato sang.

I wish it were that easy, I thought to myself.

Everytime I wake up, I feel like hell. I woke up with my pillow wet with tears I didn't even know I shed.

My dreams were too vague I can't even remember them. How much more the reality I was facing now?

Tears started to form but before they could fall, I brushed them off and prepared for the day.

That's what it's been like for the past three weeks.

I rarely had appetite for food. I rarely smiled and only with Lucas I smile. I don't really speak to anyone else, and just when they start to talk to me. I don't exactly participate in class but I ace every quiz and exam I take. For short, I was lifeless. Like a living dead.

My friends never complained though. They said they understood what I'm going through and that they blamed David for my current disposition. I would just nod and not say more knowing if I did, I'd end up crying again.

My brother, the one who always knew what to do, would now just shrug when asked how to help me or how to comfort me.

I know I'm being pathetic and callous with the way I act but can you honestly blame me? I mean, it hasn't been exactly easy for me these past three weeks. It's like everyday I have to grovel my way and survive. It's like fighting a fight when you know the other side has already won. Like I know David has already moved on and I'm still hanging on to this thin line of hope that's barely even there.

David. What did I ever do for us to end this way? Or rather what didn't I do? Those simple sentences haunt me even in my dreams. And sometimes, I even wake up drenched in sweat and panting heavily.

I just got home from school and started doing my homework when I heard a knock on my door.

I opened it and was immensely appalled when I found out who the person on the other side of the door was.

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David's POV

I admit it. I was a big ass for hurting Isabel like that. But if she only knew why I did it... I'm just hoping she'd understand. And I know what's been happening to her; her constant lack of appetite, her refusal to smile or talk unless talked to. And that she enjoys the company of my cousin, Lucas.

Lucas Montreal. Sometimes I don't know how I feel about him. Sometimes I wanna punch him hard. And the next second I want to thank him for taking care of Isabel when I didn't.

I've always known he had a thing for Isabel even if he didn't tell me. I see the way he looks at her, the way he smiles when he's with her... I was a guy for Christ's sakeAnd I knew Lucas.

I just didn't think he'd be out for rebound. I thought he was better than that. I mean, I don't honestly blame him for grasping the chance but could he just show a little decency? I was his cousin. Okay, let's just say he's not my cousin. But he's my best friend. Best friends are not supposed to dig on their best friend's ex. And I'm not insensitive. I got a little hurt too. Just a little. Okay, maybe not just a little. I got hurt a lot.

I own up to my mistakes, yes. But I also admit that I hurt whenever I see her happy with Lucas, more because I know I caused her pain.

I shoved thoughts about them aside and wandered aimlessly, wherever the wind blows me.

I drove to my house, Lucas', Nate's, Marcus' and even to Katrine's, but I didn't find solace. It felt like I didn't find what I was looking for.

I drove around more and found myself stopping in front of Isabel's house.

I figured I owed her an explanation. An apology for doing what I did. So I gathered up my courage and told myself, "Suck it up, man."

I knocked on the door lightly. And when it opened, Isabel was dumbfounded.

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"Don't you have somewhere else to go? With Katrine perhaps?" she asked while snorting at Katrine's name.

I said nothing and thought of the ways I've hurt her. I left her without an explanation. I left her without a single word. I was a jerk. I knew that.

I don't have to go anywhere. I want to be wherever you are. Anywhere with you. I wanted to say but I can't.

"You know, you could have had the decency to tell me. You left me with nothing, Dave. Not a single text. Not an IM even. Nothing, Dave. Nothing," I noticed tears trailing down her cheeks.

"I know," that was all I could say. She practically poured her heart out and I say I know.

"Just tell me what happened. Tell me why you did what you did. I know I deserve better than nothing."

I started to organize my thoughts and ways for a believable alibi. I really can't tell her the honest truth, can I?

So I lied.

"Katrine showed on my doorstep and I realized I still loved her. And she loves me too. I know I should have told you earlier and I'm sorry I didn't. But I will always love you. Not in the way I love Katrine probably but in a way I will."

How I hated lying to her. It's like every lie I say backfires. Making me feel more miserable than I already do. I take in her tear-streaked face, wanting to take her inside my arms and tell her the truth as I recall what really happened:

"I still love you. And I know you love me, too. You're just with that wretched Isabel girl because you can't stand being without a girlfriend," Katrine told me once we were inside my house.

"No. I love Isabel. I really do. And whatever you're doing or scheming, just stop it because I'm happy with Isabel and I don't need you anymore," I said forcefully.

"Love? Isabel? I can only see that making sense in a sentence with a 'don't' between them. Are you insane, David? You love her and you don't need me? You've got to be bluffing." and she laughed.

"I'm not."

"Okay then. You leave me no choice," Katrine grinned evilly.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm going back to Harrington High and it will be like it was before. Like I never left. Like Isabel never happened; as if I never said goodbye."

"That's crap, Katrine! I would never do anything to hurt Isabel. You should have known better. Now, would you please just leave?"

"I'm not leaving til you say you're gonna be with me and leave that scum Isabel."

I was enraged that I almost hit her. And I would have if I hadn't restrained myself.

"Don't talk about Isabel like that!"

"Oh I'll call her whatever I want! That bitch stole you from me!"

"YOU left me! You broke up with me over the phone and I never saw you again! Then I just found out you were cheating over me with a certain guy named Lee! And now you want to play like nothing ever happened?"

By then we were at each other's throats and were screaming like mad people.

"Fine! If that's how you want to play it. Then so be it! Let's do this the hard way. I will make her life miserable. She will wish she'd never been born and you will regret this, David Windsor!"

I was planning to ignore her so she'd leave when her words rang in my ears: I will make her life miserable.

"No, don't," I grabbed her wrist tightly and said, "I'll do everything you say. Just don't hurt her. Don't touch her. Not even a single hair. You have to promise me that."

"That's it. Now, now. You can't ever break up with me. I'm the one who will be calling the shots here, okay?" Katrine said and grinned cunningly.

"Whatever. Just go, Katrine."

"Is that how you treat your girlfriend now, Dave? As far as I can recall, when we were together, you weren't like that. You were always so sweet and caring and before leaving, you would always kiss me."

I said nothing and pretended she didn't exist. Instead of leaving, she snaked her arms around my neck and kissed my lips hard. I felt nothing. No sparks. No fireworks. Nothing. Just like kissing a dead cold catfish, not that I tried it.

I unclasped her arms around my neck and went to the living room. I heard her footsteps moving away and the door open.

"And Katrine?" I said without turning towards her.

"Yes, babe?"

"Every kiss, every hug and even every touch will mean nothing. And when I kiss, hug or touch you, I'll be thinking of Isabel. Everything I do will be for her. And you will never again mean more to me than an unworthy ex," I can see that my words had stung her because of the way she suddenly reddened in rage, her eyes fixing on me angrily and the way she smiled deviously.

"Stop lying, Dave. You love me. Not her. Deep down, you know that. We both do," and left.

"Are you even listening?!" Isabel asked, breaking me out of my reverie.

"I am. I'm just... I'm so sorry, Isabel," I mumbled.

"As if that changes anything. You know, you were everything to me. And all I ever wanted was for us to stay that way. But this happened.

I was never that girl who cries over petty matters like boys. I was brought up thinking no boy deserved my tears. And I never cried over boys. Never. Even when my first crush trampled over my heart, no. But when I met you. .. When you suddenly left, shit happened and I couldn't help myself anymore. I would cry myself to sleep, I would cry just thinking of you! Did you even think of that?" she said and started pounding my chest like they do in the movies. I didn't stop her. And I knew I deserved this. I was on the verge of tears myself but I blinked them away. I had to.

"Isabel. I'm so sorry. I didn't know that would happen. But I love Katrine," damn. I had to lie again.

She said nothing and continued to cry.

"Isabel. It would be so much easier for the both of us if you just let go of me. Let me go. I don't love you the way I did before..."

Lies.

"I can't, Dave. That's too much. If I do, if I let you go, I don't know what will happen to me. I can't take it. Just thinking of it... It already hurts so much. How much more if I actually do?

You are everything to me, Dave! I can't just let you go like that! I can't bear it. My heart can't. It's just impossible. I can't. I can't let you go..."

She sobbed harder.

"This is for the best Isabel."

"You say it's for the best when all it's doing is breaking me apart? David, no! I love you so much. More than I ever thought possible. I love you so much that I can't let you go. Even though it hurts and my heart breaks into a million tiny pieces, I still love you with all the pieces. And you expect me to let you go just like that?" She screamed at me and cried more and more.

"Isabel, please," I begged. I felt tears trail down my cheeks but I didn't bother wiping them.

She shook her head furiously and buried her face in her hands.

"Did you think you're the only one who's hurting? Did you think I like seeing you like this? Seeing you with Lucas? I don't Isabel. And to be honest, I hate seeing you with him! A part of me surges with anger. Anger at myself for hurting you and anger at Lucas for at least making you smile amidst all these!"

"Then why did you spurn me for Katrine?! Why?"

Because she's going to hurt you and make you miserable and I can't live with that.

"Because I love her! Is that so hard to understand?!" I bit my lip to stop me from taking back what I said.

For a while, none of us said a thing. Our faces were both tear-streaked and our eyes were red brimmed.

Her cries turned into silent sobs and all I wanted was to hold her close to without having to let go. I wanted to assure her that I love her and not Katrine. That it's always going to be her.

"Can I love you from afar?" she asked me silently. I didn't know what to say. I was still in shock because of everything that happened that night.

And when I didn't respond, she just asked, "In the past, when you told me you loved me, were those lies?"

I figured it would be easier for her to forget me if I said yes but I can't bring myself to do it. If I had a dime for every second that I loved her, I would have billions.

"No," I said truthfully.

She smiled a little and said, "You'd better go. Your Mom's probably worried and your girlfriend... They're probably looking for you."

"Yeah.. I guess this is goodbye then," I saw her tear up again and I felt my tears threatening to fall too.

"Wait, is it too much to ask...? Can I hold you one last time?"

I closed the remaining steps between us and wrapped my arms around her as I felt her arms around my waist. It felt like the old times. Her fragile figure being encased in my arms. A million of thoughts clouded my mind at that moment:

I wish I'd never have to let go.

I wish I could still hold her like I used to.

I wish Katrine had never come back.

I wish I could tell her the truth.

I wish I could stop time and stay like this forever.

I wish I could still show her I care.

I wish I could still make her feel I love her.

I wish...

I could feel her trembling and I wanted to make her stop but I can't. I don't know how. I can't. Her face was buried in my chest and said in between tears, "I love you. I love you. I love you."

I love you too. Forever and ever babe.

I wish I could still say those words to her.

She slowly eased her way out of my grip, wiped away her tears that still continued to fall and stood on her toes to wipe away mine.

"Bye, Dave."

"Bye, Isabel," I said almost silently with the subtext: You will always be my baby. Always.

I left her house and drove to mine, seeing her slumping down their porch steps and crying as I left. When I got there, my mom was waiting up and asked what happened upon seeing my disheveled appearance: tear soaked shirt and red-brimmed eyes.

I didn't respond, hoping she would understand and made my way to my room. I slammed the door shut and the tears started falling again.

I don't know how long I've been crying but I'm sure this will last longer. And I've never cried this much in my entire life. Not even when my childhood pet dog got hit by a truck and died.

I thought about Isabel.

Isabel Romero. What could I do? I had to agree to Katrine. If not, God only knows what evil she planned. If only I could tell her the truth. If only.

Isabel Romero. How I wish I could ease the pain she feels. The pain I caused. How I wish i could be with you now. How I wish I could still kiss you and hug you and make you feel I'll never leave you.

But I guess I can't. I was in this stupid game that only Katrine knows the rules. I can't because if I do, Katrine will hurt Isabel. I can't bear it: for her to get hurt because of something I didn't do.

I will always try to protect her even if it means being with Katrine. Even if it means my life, I will.

I love you. I love you, Sab. You and only you.

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