Fuck You

Chapter 27

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Emilia
Two days. Why the hell was I counting? He obviously didn't care. He hadn't talked to me in two days after I told him I wanted time alone. I didn't mean two days worth of time, he knew that.

The whole thing was stupid. All because she of an ex, how were we already having so much drama in our relationship? It was mainly his fault, he didn't want to stop talking to Lux, why? Those entire two days I had to refrain myself from calling him because it should be him reaching out, not me.

"Yeah, it's his birthday. You coming?" Eddie brought me from my thoughts. He said something about Danny having a party.

"Oh it's his birthday?"

He nodded. "Yeah," he said.

I shook my head. "Tell him I said happy birthday, I'm not coming though." I said.

"Why not?" he asked as we walked in the diner and sat at a table.

I shrugged. "I've been going to an awful lot of parties since I met.. your friends," I said. I remember he didn't even want me around his friends, I'm starting to see why. All they do is party, Nicole's all the drama their group needs, Just Rio in general, and now him getting drugged. Something wasn't right. Deep down I had my suspicions that it was one of them, but I can't vocalize those accusations to Rio or Eddie. They are their friends.

"So what? You barely even went to parties, I would say you're having more fun." He said.

I laughed, he was right. I barely went to any in the time I did spend in college or before that. "I'm gonna stay home." I wasn't up to going to one, not with how Rio and I were at the moment anyways. It was Danny's party so I doubt I would see him there, but I still don't want to go.

We ordered an early dinner. It was only five p.m. I got a burger and french fries and Eddie got the same.
Eddie drove me home, I got a text from Nate a few minutes later. I sigh as I walked into my room, ignoring the text. I didn't have the energy to respond to anyone at the moment. Another message was sent to my phone, I didn't bother checking it. Sleep quickly overcame me, it was only a little after six but I was exhausted.

My eyes fluttered open, I blinked quickly and repeatedly to relieve the blurriness. My heart jumped at the man sitting across from my bed, wide awake. He was seated bye the closet door on the floor, watching me. "What are you doing here?" I croaked out. I checked the time on my phone, almost eight thirty. How did he get in? "How did you get in?" I asked another question.

"To see you," he answered my first. "I texted you."

I wanted to ask him why he didn't talk to me for two days but I was still so tired. He stood up from the floor and in quick steps he was right near the bed. He slipped his shoes off and climbed in next to me. He pulled me against him. I instantly relaxed into him, my face laying against his chest as I took in his scent. I yawned, letting out a sigh. I had questions, but I thought it was best to ask them later as I drifted back to sleep.

I jerked up from the bed, breathing heavily. I checked the time, it was nine in the morning. I hadn't had that nightmare in a while, way to start my morning. Rio was here last night, did he leave? The sound of the toilet being flushed and the water running shortly after answered my question.

I nervously sat on the bed and waited for him to come out. His eyes met mine once he did. "Mornin'," he greeted me.

I smiled at him. "Good morning," I said. Despite us not talking and my horrible way of waking up this morning, I was happy to see him. Very happy to see him, it's only been two days but it felt like forever. I was dreading the questions I had to ask him, they would only start an argument.