Snake Bite || Sapnap

23

The moment that Nick had left the apartment, I found myself laying face first on my bed, regretting all my decisions. I felt like a complete mess. I was terrified.

I wasn't myself around Nick. He had managed to knock down my defenses before he had gotten here and I was only truly feeling the impact of it now. I felt it in the way my heart sped up when he made eye contact with me and quickly looked away. I felt it in the way his words sounded like music to me, keeping me happy or keeping me calm.

I wasn't sure how long I had been laying like that, contemplating the wave of emotions that slapped me in the face the moment he arrived, but it was long enough for me to hear the door to the apartment open. I just decided not to move, knowing it was Bea returning home.

Not long after the apartment door was heard opening, I heard the door to my room open. "Are you dead?" Bea questioned from the doorway.

"Mentally." I mumbled into the pillow. I heard her approach, but thought nothing of it until her hand slapped against my ass. I turned over and frowned at her. "What the fuck was that for?"

"Get up, bitch." Bea addressed me.

I rolled my eyes at her. "Well, not after that fucking greeting."

She fell onto my bed, laying across me. "If you won't get up, then you're not allowed to escape me. I still need details."

I furrowed my brows at her. "Details?"

It was her turn to roll her eyes at me. "Did you really think Karl didn't tell me that Nick never came home last night?"

I let out a sigh and turned to groan into my pillow again. I had no idea what Karl had told her, but I could trust that it wouldn't be good.

Bea let out a laugh. "That good, huh? What happened?"

"Nothing." I reluctantly turned my head away from my pillow. "He helped me set up my PC and we fell asleep. I took him to the park today, that's all."

"Awh, damn it." She complained. "Karl had me convinced you guys fucked or some shit."

My frown deepened. "Obviously not, Bea. In what world would that have happened?"

She shrugged. "I mean, you told me you like him. I just assumed since he spent the night."

I took a deep breath and sighed at her statement. The way that she had phrased it made me immediately self conscious. Did she really think that way of me? There was no judgement in her accusation, but I couldn't help but judge myself. "He doesn't like me like that, Bea. Even if he did, he's not that kind of guy." I didn't want to be thought of as that kind of girl.

She scoffed. "That's just plain false, babe."

I looked over at her with furrowed brows, growing annoyed by her antics. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Bea looked at me with an unimpressed expression adorning her features. "He obviously likes you, Mel."

I shook my head. "You don't know that."

"Dude, do you actually believe that he drove twenty hours here for Karl?" She laughed.

I thought back to what Nick had said about it. "He came for both of us."

"Sure." She didn't believe me.

"Let's say that he did come here for me. That wouldn't have meant that he likes me. It just means that he wanted to meet me." I defended myself. "We're friends."

Bea hummed as she sensed the defensive mode that I had been knocked into. "If you were just friends, you wouldn't be defending this so adamantly."