The next day as I am busy waiting on tables I am greeted by a sudden visitor with a look of pure fury in his eyes. He immediately approaches me and slams a picture in front of me.
“Dustin, what’s going on? Are you alright?” I ask him.
“You tell me,” he almost shouts.
“Tell you what?”
“Look at this! Look at this picture and tell me nothing happened.” He hands me, more like shoves, a picture into my hands. It’s a picture of me and Sawyer walking to the diner after I stayed at his house.
“Oh, Dustin…” I start.
“Olivia, tell me!” he shouts. Now all the people quietly eating their lunch turn their heads to see what all of the commotion is about.
I lead Dustin into the back room and try to explain to him what happened, “Dustin, this was nothing. I went over to his house to see some of his artwork and then we got to talking and before we knewit, it was around midnight and he didn’t want me to leave because I didn’t have my car and it wouldn’t have been safe since I would have had to walk through some more rough parts of town.”
“Stop lying to me! I know that you’ve always liked him. Don’t deny it.”
“As a friend, you idiot. He’s one of my only friends and I can’t believe it! You’re jealous of him.”
“Jealous? Of that ‘artist’? Please I could never be jealous of him,” Dustin says, crossing his arms.
“Sure…”
“Olivia, tell me this picture is wrong and nothing happened.”
“I already did. Why do you have that picture of me? Are you stalking me?” I ask, backing away.
“I love you, why would I need to stalk you if I could just call you.”
“Because you don’t trust me. A relationship is based off of a mutual trust and respect for the other person. Dustin, I respect you. So, I don’t go around having pictures of you be taken in a stalker way like the pictures you just showed me what you do.”
“I’m not stalking you, it’s called looking out for your interests,” Dustin says, putting a hand on my shoulder.
“I can handle myself just fine,” I say, removing myself from his touch.
And that’s the moment when Sawyer walks into the kitchen, “Olivia, are you okay? I heard someone shouting and Sam, who’s covering for you right now, said that you were back here.”
He sees Dustin, who’s wild look in his eyes has returned and is more fierce than before, “Is this a bad time? I’ll come back later.” He turns around and is about to leave when Dustin’s temper got the better of him and tackles Sawyer to the ground.
“Dustin! Stop it!” I shout, but by then they’re already throwing punches. “Stop it! You’re hurting him!”
Somehow, Dustin eventually is pulled off, I’m not sure if I managed it or if Sawyer somehow pushed him off. He gets up off the floor, mopping up a busted lip with his hand, and then turns toward me, “Fine, I see how it is. Me or him.”
“What?” I ask Dustin, shocked he’s asking me this. To choose.
“You heard me. Who is it?” he asks.
“Wha-“
“Olivia, it’s okay,” Sawyer tells me, putting a hand on my shoulder. He then turns to Dustin, “Sorry man. I’ll stay away,” and then begins to leave.
“Sawyer, wait. Dustin, I’m not going to choose between you two.”
“Fine, I see how it is. Goodbye, Olivia.”
“Dustin, wait,” I start, but he has already stormed out of the diner.
That’s when the feeling comes, a terrible ache in the pit of your stomach, the kind that no amount of fluffy blankets and hot chocolate can heal. So I allow myself the only thing that seems to be healing at the moment. I cry. I cry like a small child. Someone wraps me into their strong arms, I think it's Sawyer, and I bury my head into his chest and continue crying. Sam walks in at that point and sees how much of a mess I am and tells me to go home for the rest of the day.
Sawyer walks me home, keeping his arm around me as he walks with me to my apartment. When we arrive he leads me to the couch where I am told to sit after being handed a fluffy blanket. Sawyer then rushes off into my kitchen and begins rustling around. I would go into the kitchen but the warmth of the blanket keeps me captive and I am too numb from today’s events to want to move.
Sawyer returns in a few minutes with a mug steaming with what I presume to be hot chocolate, as there is a heavenly scent wafting from the cup and an island of whipped cream floating on top of the steaming beverage. He hands me the mug which I sip on. He’s looking at me, waiting to see what I think of his ‘cooking’.
“Mmm, this is really good,” I say, taking another sip of the really watery drink, “Thanks, Sawyer.”
“You’re welcome. How’re you doing?” he asks, sitting next to me on the couch.
“I’m not sure right now. Okay I guess? I’m upset, but in a way I’m relieved.”
“Well okay then. Look, Olivia, I’d stay longer if I could, but I have to get to class. I’ll talk to you later. Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone. Okay?”
“Okay,” I reply. Sawyer then leaves, but was that a smile I saw as he walked out of my apartment.
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A/N:
Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated a lot recently. I've been really busy but I think my schedule is freeing up a bit so I'll have more time to update, hopefully.
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I am currently super obsessed with gummies, like the kind that I used to eat when I was like 4. Wait, I actually am four.... Hehehehe
This chapter is dedicated to my lovely @PreciousPeaches who's writing is absolutely brilliant and quite humorous. I always smile when I see she's updated.
By the way, sorry this chapter is so short, I'm going to keep writing and hopefully update later today but this was a good point to end it.
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