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XII; September 24th, 2017

Robyn Fenty

I hung up the phone, putting it back on the table and sighing deeply. My frown deepened as I waited for a call back that never came. I'm not sure how long I stared at my phone in anger, but eventually, I gave up and closed it, turning it face down before pushing myself to stand up. I was now completely put off by the idea of breakfast, as the situation I was in left a bad taste in my mouth. It's not that I didn't trust Eden, I just wasn't comfortable with the situation she had put herself in, and whoever it was in that bathroom that she kept looking at.

We were only on the phone for minutes, but it was enough for me to have a gut feeling that either something bad had already happened, or it was about to happen. Not to mention that a recovering addict had no business being at a house party. Those were entirely her choices and decisions to make, but I think it was within my rights to be worried, if not upset.

The irony of the fact that just merely days ago we'd argued over a party, and now she found herself at one without me wasn't lost on me. I didn't wanna think about that bittersweet moment again, but now it was the only thing in my mind. Why now and not then? Was Jeremy more fun to be around with than I?

If Eden was here, she'd easily dispel those doubts, but she wasn't and now I was halfway convinced that she just did not want to be around me. Not to mention that I wasn't sure if I could trust her word right now. Who's to say she wasn't lying about where she was and what she was up to. She could just as easily lie and tell me how much she wanted to see me.

Needless to say, my morning was completely ruined. Crippling anxiety had replaced hunger, and I just wanted to crawl back in bed. I wanted Eden with me too, in my bubble and away from all the bullshit that made us dysfunctional.

A knock on the door snapped me from lethargy and I stood up to go answer it. Jen stood behind, a fresh smile contrasting my scowl.

"Someone piss in your orange juice?" She snorted.

"You're hilarious," I rolled my eyes and let her in.

She began debriefing me on what was to be done today, but I couldn't focus much. Was I not fun to be around? Eden hated her experience with me so much, yet she was partying with Jeremy; he must be more fun to be around.

I knew I was jumping to conclusions, but I couldn't stop worrying. Worrying that Eden had been lying to me these past couple of days, about how much she loved me and being around me. Worrying that she was lying to me right now, and she was already tonguing down some other girl. Worrying that this trip was putting a strain on our relationship, as I had anticipated it would.

"Fuck," I groaned though I felt more like yelling.

Jen stopped, looking up from her phone to meet my gaze for the first time since I greeted her. Jen wasn't always the most perceptive person, if she was, she would've noticed minutes ago that I wasn't listening to her at all, but that was also partly why I liked her so much early on. She was just as driven as me and helped me keep my emotions in check when necessary. She had a way of always having my back, yet keeping me focused on the task at hand. That being said, she had completely paused at my interruption and was looking at me as if she was trying to dig through me.

"Sorry," I apologized. "Continue."

"What's wrong?" Jen ignored my request.

"I'm alright, just," I really didn't want to talk about it. "Tired."

"Tired?" She chuckled. It wasn't a word I uttered often.

"Even CEOs get tired," I shrugged, attempting to joke around.

"What's on your mind, Rob?" She walked over to the couch and sat down on it, closing her phone and putting it down on the coffee table.

"Don't we have a million things to do?" I crossed my arms, not budging. From the little that I grasped, I knew today was packed and now she wanted to talk about feelings.