Elite Preferences

[♡] Carla Imagine | Heated Arguments

Thank you so much dumb_fry for trusting me to write this imagine. Let's just say that I did enjoy writing this one a lot. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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You immediately followed Carla through the hall, her tipsy figure stumbling into some particular corners of Yaser's infamous mansion.

You shook your head once you saw her go directly to one of the guest's bedroom's bathroom.

To say that it has been a long day for the two of you would be an understatement. You've been studying mostly these past couple of days for the upcoming long exams. Meanwhile, Carla... well, you don't know exactly where she has gone and what she had been doing, that is why you are deeply concerned about her.

Although the actual concerning part was when she fell in earlier to the pool, her pulse was dead to the world for a second—both her mind and body were fatigued. Good thing Polo was there to save her from almost drowning.

Suddenly, you're starting to hate this party, but so more to yourself. You hate yourself for not being there, for not being the one who was on her side when she needed someone the most.

For a year of dating the Marchioness, it really gets so overwhelming that sometimes it's hard to think that you guys have been official for a while now.

"Carla, wait!" you called out.

She didn't close the bathroom door behind her as if she already knew your presence since the start, or perhaps she was just too drunk to even think about closing the door.

Once you entered the bathroom, your eyes searched for her and her only. You felt your body slumped with exhaustion as soon as you saw her silently sitting inside the huge tub, her head on her knees as the running water cried with her.

"I've been calling your phone for thirty minutes." you decided to start.

She didn't answer. You took that as a cue to walk closer to her spot and continue.

"Carla, what's wrong? What's happening? Tell me. I'm literally worried sick about you... I miss you."

At that very moment, you were carefully pleading for her and her utmost attention.

Although she never understood the memo.

"Maybe I just wanted to be left alone," she mumbled.

Those simple words that came out of her pretty mouth have taken you by surprise and somehow, it has also given you a hurtful aching feeling that somehow reminds you that you were not enough.

"No, you don't," you argued.

She suddenly looked up to you, dark mascara was cascading down her beautiful sullen face, which her strawberry blond hair tries to hide. She doesn't look like her anymore.

She looks so... sad.

"Yes, I do Y/n! Can you please stop pretending that you still care? It's fucking tiring." she insisted loudly, her voice cold as ice as her eyebrows knitted in both anger and annoyance.

You felt your heart still.

Was this the Carla you know? No. This isn't her, perhaps she's just confused because of the amount of drugs and alcohol she has taken. She doesn't know damn well what she's doing.

"Are you fucking kidding me? I'm your girlfriend!" you suddenly screamed at her in frustration, which you immediately regret as soon as you saw her tremble.

"I'm so sorry for shouting... but what kind of question is that? Of course, I care. I love you." all of a sudden, you found yourself kneeling on the side of the bathtub as you reached in for her.