Over the Edge ☆ Danny Edge {EP}

☆ Chapter 14 ☆

My hands continued to splash the water up at my face in an attempt to wash away the dark, brooding circles that had formed under my eyes over the past few days. Sighing to myself, I dried off my face before trudging into the kitchen.

Whitney glanced up at me guiltily from her position by the open freezer door. Her mouth was stuffed so full that she had chipmunk cheeks, a spoon peeking out from her clenched fist. I didn't have to come any closer to realize that she was binge eating the ice cream. Again.

"Whitney." I groaned, my slippers flopping against the tile flooring. "Why the hell are you in the freezer again?"

"Cassie." She mocked, her voice muffled by a mouthful of vanilla ice cream. "You know eat when I'm stressed."

I massaged my temples. It had only been a week since the incident with Tanden, almost that since my outburst at Danny. I'd been living with Whitney ever since and she was already driving me to the brink of insanity. Though I'm sure I was making her just as crazy.

"Why, exactly, are you stressed?" I asked, though in all honesty I had no desire to hear her response. She'd been stressed ever since we'd come back to her place; most likely a mixture of her fear of Jason coming back and a fear of Tanden doing the same. Either that, or she was tired of dealing with me.

I wouldn't say I was heartsick, and most definitely not heartbroken. However, I found a bit of liberty in shuffling around the house in my pajamas between the hours of two in the afternoon to twelve in the morning. Every other moment of the day was spent either sleeping, drinking coffee and/or beer, watching Netflix, and/or stress eating.

I was slowly becoming better at multi-tasking, too. I could skillfully eat a tub of ice cream whilst drinking coffee and watching Netflix. If only there was some sort of olympic sport for these sort of things. Then maybe I could sell the gold medal to buy more ice cream for binge eating.

That, or I could buy Danny's heart back.

I shook my head at the thought. Apparently, Whitney had been rambling during my mental wandering and had somehow strayed some sort of question relating to fortune cookies and whether or not their predictions came with time limits.

"-because I had Chinese takeout for lunch today and my fortune said that I will 'reach the height of success in everything I do.'" She paused to shove a small white piece of paper with black lettering under my nose. "And I was wondering if this applied for, like, a year or if it means my whole life? Or maybe just today? I mean, even if it just last for today, I wouldn't mind being successful in eating this entire half-gallon of ice dream."

I just shrugged at her, a smile turning up the corners of my mouth despite my troubling thoughts. One of the many, many reasons that Whitney and I had stayed friends over the years was because of her uncanny ability to make me smile even in the most dire of situations.

"Hey, Cassie." Whitney broke the newfound silence, taking my shoulders in her hands, a forlorn suddenly casting over her face.

Before another word could be uttered, I knew exactly what she was going to bring up. She had been attempting to ask me about the same thing ever since I exploded unreasonably at Danny. I knew she just wanted to understand why I hadn't reached out to him, but she failed to notice that I ended up drunk every time the topic was breached.

"Look, I don't want to talk about it." I shoved Whitney's hands from me, doing my best to ignore the broken look she gave me as tears stung my eyes. A part of me knew I would never cry in front of her, but at the same time I wanted to let it out and let her know that I was truly as broken as she looked right now.

Sure, Danny and I hadn't known each other all that long. But he was a great guy, and we'd had that sort of instant connection that I'd always dreamed of. Not to mention the recent events revolving around Tanden and Jason. I'd lost my dignity, my brother, the will to stay at my own apartment. And I'd lost a great guy, to boot.

The saddened look on Whitney's face hardened. She grabbed my wrist mercilessly, yanking me towards the living room. A squeal escaped my mouth as she threw me onto the couch. Needless to say, I was shocked by the events- not only due to the fact that my best friend was more than a head shorter than me, but also because she'd never shown that she had a ruthless bone in her body.

"This-" Whitney began before taking a deep breath, "-is an intervention."

"Really?" I huffed, crossing my arms. I allowed myself to tower over her before being shoved back into the white of the sofa. With a sigh, I slumped over, hugging a red pillow to my chest in defeat.

"Yes, really." She scoffed. "This-" she gestured to me, "-is absolutely ridiculous."

"Says the one who I just caught binge-eating."

Whitney narrowed her eyes at me. "Stop interrupting me. This isn't about me- it's an intervention, for Pete's sake!"

I rolled my eyes before nodding to signal that she could continue.

"Thank you. Now, I don't mind you staying at my place. Heck, you could move in, for all I care. As long as you get a job." She added with a reluctant smile before her face hardened yet again. "But that's beyond the point."

"Look," she continued. "I know I'm a hypocrite for saying this, but you can't wallow around forever. Sure, it's only been a week. Sure, a bunch of other shit has been going down lately. But that's beyond the point. You need to stop feeling sorry for yourself and start thinking about him."

"Don't you get it?" I asked, tears pricking at my eyes. "All I do is think about him. But I know that I will never be good enough for him because he's funny and adorable and I feel like I've known him forever even though we've barely even hung out, and yet I've managed to drive him away. I managed to drive him away by being myself. I'm worthless." I sobbed the last sentence, sputtering as the words tumbled out. I hadn't even realized I was crying until I stopped to gasp for breath. "I drove away my family, my friends, even Tris gave up on me. I'm a burden that no one should ever have to carry."

"No." Whitney barked, her words startling me into a quiet submission. "You're not worthless. I know you feel this way, we all do at some point, and the feelings are only magnified by your depression. But you are not worthless."

I sniffled, offering her a small smile. Though her words didn't completely subdue me, they were enough to calm me down a bit. I took a few deep breaths, waiting until my breathing had returned to normal before thanking her.

"No, don't thank me. Go out there and find Danny."

I nodded, a smile overbearing my face. It felt like a weight, however small, had been taken off my chest, and a small part of me was ready to face the world. To face him. I stood, ready to make my way upstairs to change and get ready so before heading to the café.

"Oh, and Cas?"

"Yeah?"

"Tell him how you feel."

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