Dark Angel

Chapter 10. Breakfast

November 19, 8:30a.m.

It had been two weeks since the whole Eric incident.

Blake was still distant. I was still trying to reach out.

I'd apologized countless times. But he wouldn't get over it.

Today was the day. I was going to tell him if he didn't suck it up and get over it like a big boy I was going to give him the same coldness that he had been giving me.

This was it. I was not going to be pushed around and treated like I hadn't been there for him in every high and definitely in every low.

I wouldn't let him forget all the times I'd covered for him and covered UP for him. "Some secrets are best left that way. In secret."

That's what he had told me. A while back when he had done something pretty bad.

I had covered it up for him. Erased every atom of evidence. Burned anything that could be traced back to him.

He wasn't going to forget that. That and everything else I'd done for him.

He's being dramatic I am not going to put up with it anymore.

If he thinks for one second that I'm—

"Hailey?"

I snapped my head up and out of my thoughts.

"Oh. Hey Eric." I chuckled, slightly embarrassed. "You need something?"

He blinked. Obviously trying to decide if he should ask or not. He evidently chose not to.

"Uh yeah. Hunter needs you to sign these." He said caustically placing the stack of what looked like a hundred files on my desk.

I groaned. Hunter only didn't bring them himself because that would've been the fourth time today. And it's only 8:30.

Granted I never actually went to bed last night.

I honestly would have ripped his head off if he gave me anymore. I was SO over paperwork.

Eric patted me on the back sympathetically.

"Yeeeaaahh..." He paused. "You have fun with that."

I slammed my head on the desk and groaned again. "Why me" I whined.

He paused at the door. "Wanna take a break and get something to eat?"

"Is that even a question?" I said putting on a fake smile because honestly, all I wanted to do right now was lie down and sleep.

"Come on. Breakfast is on me." He said giving me a genuine smile.

We had gotten close over these past few weeks. Maybe that was why Blake was was still mad at me.

He shouldn't be. It's not like I like Eric or anything. . .

Right?

That's a thought for another time. It's food time right now.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Uhhhhhhhh..." I thought for a moment. Everything sounded good right now. I hadn't eaten dinner the night before.

Or lunch for that matter.

I. Was. Starving.

"I would LOVE Mama Gs cooking right now." I said practically drooling at the thought of Mama Gs heavenly creations.

"Isn't she out of town for the week?"

"Yeah. That's the third week in a row that she's been gone 'for the week'" I said with air quotes. "I'm almost starting to get worried..." I trailed off.

"Oh come on Hailey. It's Mama G. I've been here for like 2 weeks and I've already been beaten to a pulp by that woman. I'm sure she can handle herself."

"Yeah you're right."

(Time skip brought to you by me fangirling over Marvel characters)

I had completely zoned out as I ate the chick-fil-A sandwich. It wasn't Mama Gs. But it sure as hell was still amazing.

I don't know how vegans can live without this stuff. Though it almost makes me feel bad to think it was alive at some point.

I thank this chicken for its sacrifice.

"So..." He seemed hesitant to ask.

I didn't have the patience to wait for him so I just read his mind.

It may not seem like I use my telekinesis very much but I do. People just never know.

I can't believe I'm about to ask her about her and that asshole Blake.

"He's not an asshole." I sat up straighter.

"You read my mind?" He said with a look on his face that was almost like...offense?

"I didn't get any sleep last night. I've been doing paperwork for the past 12 hours. The only food I've gotten in those 12 hours is two bites of this sandwich. My best friend since I was 4 hates me. We still haven't heard back from Hazel on her undercover assignment. I have the worst migraine in the history of migraines. And you refused to grow a pair and make that rotten apple you call a brain to spit that bullshit out of your bitch ass mouth!" I slammed my palm on the table and stared him dead in the eyes.

He just blinked. His face looked both confused and terrified. "I- uhm- I'm-"

I sat back and crossed my arms, breaking eye contact.

"Hailey I—"

"No. I'm leaving." I said as I stood up fast, knocking the chair I was sitting on over.

I walked away and stopped dead in my tracks. I turned around and sped-walked back to the table.

I -very aggressively- grabbed my sandwich off the table.

"I'm taking this with me." I said not making eye contact in the embarrassing moment.

And with that I was out and walking home. ILA wasn't too far so it wouldn't be a problem.

That's when I started tearing up.

First Blake, now Eric. Why can't I do anything right? I can't even keep a few friendships. And why am I so emotional. Crying makes you look weak. Stop it

No, stop looking down on yourself. It's not like they're lost forever. This will all blow over and it'll be back to normal.

I hope...

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I'm sorry about being so inconsistent with the updates. I'm almost done with school for the year so I'll probably be updating more often since I won't rlly have anything better to do. 

Thanks for reading my shitty story

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