Groupie | Jilix

5

Once we finally arrived home, I walked into the house, not sparing Felix a glance. The whole ride home was silent, and I'm sure awkward on Felix's side. It wasn't awkward for me since I was occupied being pissed.

I walked into the kitchen, grabbing a small bottle of water, and slammed the door shut. I didn't want to be as mad as I was, but I couldn't help it. Seeing Felix like that pushed me over the edge. I sat down at the island, taking small sips from the bottle. I looked over toward the living room when I heard the door close and Felix's footsteps walking toward me. 

"You wanna tell me what that was?" I asked, glaring at him. 

He stopped a few steps next to me, not wanting to get too close. His eyes avoided me like the plague. He didn't want to look at me after being caught. 

"Well? I'm waiting," I pressed. I wanted to hear how he was going to explain himself. 

"I... I-I didn't mean i-it," he stuttered out, nervous about what my reaction was going to be. 

"What do you mean, you didn't mean it?"

"I didn't mean it. It didn't mean anything. I-I didn't even realize that it w-was happening," he explained. 

"How did you not know it was happening? You pressed right up against him. There was no way you thought it was me. You knew I stayed at the bar."

He stayed silent for a few seconds to try to find the right words to explain himself. "I was tipsy."

I let out a loud, sarcastic laugh. I knew Felix better than to believe that. He didn't get tipsy from one daiquiri. He looked at me after I laughed, realizing that his explanation was by far one of the worst excuses he could've ever come up with. "Yeah, right. You were "tipsy," huh? From one drink? I don't think so."

"Okay, but it really didn't mean anything! Honestly!"

"And that's supposed to make anything better? Really? Would you mind telling me how that makes sense because I don't get it? Maybe you understand since you think it's okay."

"I didn't say it was okay, but I'm just saying that it didn't mean anything."

"Right, whatever. I'm going to bed. You can sleep wherever. I don't care."

I stood up and threw the bottle into the recycle bin before walking past him into my bedroom. I quickly changed into some light sleeping shorts and a light tank. I didn't like arguing with Felix. It hurt every time we argued, but there were times that he just messed up in really bad ways. I didn't hate him because of it, but I wasn't going to put up with the mistakes for the time being. 

He had time to think about what he did and reflect on it, and I had time to go over everything in my mind. He was probably going to end up sleeping on the couch or call a taxi home. Either way, I didn't care. I plugged my phone into the charger and lay on my back, my hands folded in each other as I thought over everything. 

I fell asleep rather quickly since getting angry and upset like that always made me tired. When I woke up, I got dressed and ready for the day. I walked out of my room and into the kitchen, seeing that Felix wasn't in the house. I looked around briefly for him, but he wasn't anywhere to be found. 

My eyes caught sight of a little post-it note on the fridge. I walked over to it to read it. 

'I got a cab home -Felix'

I hummed softly at the note, sticking it back on the fridge before opening it and getting another water bottle out of it. I needed to get a filter for the sink but kept forgetting to anytime I went out. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and set a reminder for me to buy one today.