A Very Sticky Situation (Completed)

15: Excuses

Ike/Daniel's POV

"Emily!" I thunder my feet stomping into her apartment.

"Emily!" I holler again as my eyes scan from the flat-screen TV to the white walls and grey cushions. I shiver lightly at the empty feeling the place possesses which mirrors the heart of its owner.

"Emily!" I scream, veins popping in my neck and breath accelerating due to my anger.

"Hey Daniel," A voice croaks, and I whirl to see her materialize from the bedroom door at the end. Her hair is held back in a tight bun bringing out her forehead as she rubs her lids.

I observe the red marks lining the side of her cheek and soreness around her eyes. Her posture coming off as if hurt while standing in a bright pink robe.

"Did you come to see how I'm doing?" She inquires in a smile, slanting her head to gawk at me.

"Why did you induce the fight?" I ask, expelling her question.

"If that's why you came here then I suggest you leave. I'm in no mood for your theatrics," she states, leaning on the wall beside her.

"You haven't answered my question, Emily," I growl, getting mad.

"Same way you didn't respond to mine," she shrugs, lifting a brow.

"Emily!" I roar, getting more furious.

"Daniel!" She reciprocates, standing straight.

"I know you Emily, and I also know Ana," I assert. "It is clear you are the one who stirred up trouble."

"Why do you always take her side?" She interrogates resentment dancing in her orbs.

"Because I love her," I pronounce, my black long-sleeved arm moving to point at her. "Also because I know it's your fault."

"How can you be so sure?" She jeers. "Little miss perfect can mess up too."

"Don't fuck with me," I grunt, my chest heaving as I pace the perimeter.

"Think about it," she taunts, wandering towards me. "She's jealous."

"Why would she?" I quiz my face pinching in a scowl.

"Because she can't have you of course," she smirks, gliding a finger along my abdomen.

"And who says she can't?" I doubt, confronting her gaze.

"Me. You are all mine," she sneers, her tongue sliding on her lower lip in what should be a seductive manner, rather I'm repulsed at the sight as I wonder why I had agreed to this arrangement in the first place.

"I'm not yours Emily," I scoff, clamping her other arm as it makes a motion to go to my crotch. "If anyone should be jealous it should be you, thus she has my heart."

"Did I ever give you a reason to think I want your heart?" She snorts in query, eying me as I plunge her hands at her side.

"No, you didn't," I converse. "You've got ulterior motives."

"Yes, so I don't need your heart. She can have it for all I care as far as I have your name and reputation," she explains not caring how her statement will affect me.

"I'm thankful you are finally showing me your true colors," I announce, taking a step back.

"I never hid it," she speaks admiring her newly manicured nails. "I'm certain you knew that all along."

"Even a month old could tell it was all an act," I grumble striding to place my weight on one of the chairs available.

"I guess I'll need more acting classes then," she muses appearing in thought.