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Chapter 3

So I see Myles as Drew Van Acker {Jason (Allison's brother) from Pretty Little Liars because he's really hot}

The silence was almost suffocating when Myles entered his bedroom with the slam of a door. We all exchanged glances at the awkward, random aggression. I sat on the couch silently, excessively tapping my fingers on its arm.

I didn't say a single word to her. I didn't have to, nor did I want to. And even if I did want to, I wouldn't know what to say. She hung up the phone after a long moment of silence.

Her voice had changed - sounded more mature - yet she sounded exactly the same. I didn't even want to imagine what she may look like now. It'd haunt me for nights on end.

"What's got him all riled up?" Clayton's voice entered my thoughts when he plopped down next to me.

"Isn't it obvious?" Nate sat on the coffee table and Craig sat on the floor. "He's getting dumped."

"Well yeah," Clayton rolled his eyes. "But why?"

"She's probably screwing some other guy," Nate snorted.

"You mean 'guys'," Craig corrected and they all laughed.

"She's not like that," I spoke up.

Their laughter faded but Nate snorted again. "C'mon. Have you seen her? You can't look like that and not eventually surrender to the attention."

The only thing I could think was how grateful I was for taking my meds. If I had skipped my morning dose I probably would've snapped.

"I would never bang her," Nate piped. "I wouldn't do that to Myles. But I don't blame the guy who did."

"There is no guy," I mumbled.

Before either one of them could say another word, Myles' bedroom door opened and we all stood in silence. The look on his face confirmed one thing.

"She broke up with me," he spoke, sounding as if he was still trying to convince himself it just happened. The sad look in his blue eyes transformed into anger as they stared into mine. He stepped up and shoved my shoulders. "What did you say to her?!" he growled.

He shoved me again and the other guys stepped out of the way.

"I didn't say anything," I defended.

"Don't lie to me!" he pushed even harder at my chest. "I know you have some kind of sick obsession with her! Newsflash, Malik: She's over you. Maybe you need to get over her too! She moved on. You just couldn't deal with that could you?!"

"I didn't say anything!" I practically yelled. "She didn't give me the chance to. As soon as she heard my voice she hung up."

He stared at me for a long quiet moment before easing his stance. He paced away from me and ran his hands through his hair.

"What did she say?" I cautiously asked.

"Some shit about us not being 'a hundred percent in this relationship'." He threw his phone on the couch. "Just yesterday we were planning spring break together. She was supposed to fly in this weekend."

"You know," I began, "we haven't spoken in months. Maybe hearing my voice spooked her. Give her some time mate."

He sighed and collapsed on the couch. "I'll call her tomorrow," he agreed.

There wasn't much else to say. No one could think of a single word that would be appropriate, but it's not like I expected anything from the three other imbeciles in the room.

"I've, uh, got to call Pez," I excused, stepping out on thd balcony.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and took a deep breath of the New York air outside. Surprisingly it was like being in the clean, clear woods compared to the sewage plant inside that flat.