𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗘𝘂𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗮 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲.

part 33

NAVEAHS POV
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'that felt amazi-'
'rue.' I say cutting her off.

'did you just fake an orgasm.' I say climbing on top of her then flopping besides her. She looks at me then the ceiling.
'n-no..nahh' I squint my eyes at her, making her look at me in guilt.

'yes.. I did' She confess. I roll my eyes and get up from my bed making her follow. I go to my closet looking for something to wear to maddys party later on.

'it felt amazing though'
'you said that 40 other times while we were fucking today rue' I say not paying attention to her bullshit.

She looks by my door then me, she whispers so no one can hear her.
'are you MAD I didn't have an orgasm!?' she says aggressively still whispering. I look at her then the outfit i chose. I quickly walk to the mirror then look at her.

'no i'm not mad you didn't have a fucking orgasm-'
'then what's your problem'
i look at her, she gets quiet making the conversation more awkward than it already was.

'rue are you high.'
'yes.' she says quickly responding. I turn back to the mirror and sigh hard.

'it feels ama-'
'would you just shuttt the fuck up rue.' I say making her make a face at me which is showed she was scared.

'you're abusing yourself with this drug shit again. I knew it wasn't a good idea'

'what are you talking about veah'
'you're hurting yourself rue!!! the drugs, the lying ..everything. you were a bad influence before we saved eachother and you're a bad one now.'
I say turning to her realizing what I said might've hurt her. It stayed quiet for a couple seconds, we just looked at one another

'i'm gonna get dressed. Be ready to go to elliot's.' I say leaving my room and slamming the door behind me.

RUES POV
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I watch naveah leave her room quickly. I could tell she was upset with me. She knows i'm keeping something from her but I don't know how to tell her.

I haven't told her about this whole drug deal shit, you know with the fucking suitcase.

I slowly fall on her bed making me start to tear up. I rub my stomach due to it hurting a bit.

After about 40 minutes she comes back from the shower.
'naveah im sorry' i say before she even shuts the door.

'you're just sorry I know something is up.. or else you wouldn't be getting high every second of your fucking life now.' She says slowly raising her voice every few seconds.

'you don't understand' I say calmly

'I don't understand???' she says with an offended tone.

'you know what rue.. if I don't understand why don't you choose to be with someone who does understand. Who doesn't give a shit about you!'

'oh yeah? like who'

'like elliot.'

the conversation gets tense from her response. We both look at eachother not knowing how to respond.

If I wasn't fucking high right now i'd probably be somewhere kicked out right now knowing naveah. Since I am she decides to deal with my bullshit, making me realize she actually does understand and care.

She starts putting on her make up while sniffling trying not to mess up what she has done with her tears. I watch her through her mirror. Her phone then gets a notification after about 10 minutes of complete silence.