𝙐𝙎 | Joe Goldberg ✓

4

Calls, Erica. Calls are not supposed to be ignored. Neither texts. Specially when there are many of them, specially when a kiss happened. Specially when you let me in that fucking car, with no idea of what happened between us.

And to make it worse, you're online. You talk with others, with whoever the hell you have in your contacts, except me.

The notifications pop up on your screen, I know they do. But you still talk about how Maggie's fucking dog is sick.

Nothing against the dog, but don't you think you have more important things to take care of?

I can't sleep, Erica. No, I can't sleep without remembering what happened that night. Without remembering your rosy lips touching mine, how you fit perfectly on my lap, ready to receive everything from me.

It was supposed to be perfect. After all, you are falling for me, right? That's what you meant by that kiss? If not completely, then maybe starting to.

It's even more frustrating to see that penguin in my bed, you should be there. That was supposed to be your spot, but now? I just have the ghost of you, Erica.

I can see you by the window. I can see you very far from me. And whenever I call, I can see you declining.

You don't want to see me.

You don't want me.

And I can't even fix it because I don't know what happened.

I wish I could read your mind.

Erica declined another call, it hurt her to do that but she knew she had to. Took a deep breath, time to go to college, grabbed her stuff and walked out of the apartment.

It's not as if she was in peace with hserself, she certainly wasn't. The night still haunted her mind, everytime replaying the moment at the car, how he replied to her kiss, how he felt towards her, how he...desired her.

She should feel glad, but at the same time, she wanted to cry.

-Hey Ery.-An arm rested on her shoulders.

-Justin, hey.-She greeted, almost wanting to "yeet" his big Godzilla arms away from her.

-How are you today?

-Good.

-You seem pretty bummed out. Oh, I know-He looked at her, Erica's heart raced concerned- It's because it's monday.

She almost sighed relieved.

-Yeah.-She lied- Yeah, you got me.

-I knew it, Garfield's always right. But cheer up-He pushed her shoulder with his.-You still owe me sushi.

-Uh...do I?

She looked at him confused. As far as she remembers she dumped him. And her mind didn't change since.

-Yeah, since presentations are over, you and I are heading to take sushi later.

-Look, Justin, you're very nice, but I'm not-

He put a finger above her lips to silence her.

-Don't say anything yet.-He smirked-Who knows? Maybe your opinion might change.

Her alarm to the next class rang.

-It seems like you gotta go, see you later Ery.

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So, Justin Summers. Even his name is clingy. The tipical rich, spoiled, white boy. Center of attention, first car was a ferrarri when only 16. Thinks he can pull off any girl you want.