𝙐𝙎 | Joe Goldberg ✓

9

I close my eyes and I still see it.

I can picture your perfect devilish but angelic smile towards me at that restroom.

How you moaned full of greed, guiding me through your curves.

It's been 3 days, Erica.

And since then you disappeared.

I don't receive a single message, and you don't reply to mines as well.

You are not on your apartment, which worries me a bit. But according to some messages to your friends you went to a hotel, appearently to clear your mind.

Maybe to take me out of it.

Of course I checked up on the hotel, tried to enter but they didn't allow me. At least I could see you from afar on the hall. At least you are safe.

And Sam? You didn't text her. Something seems fishy. Maybe you feel guilty. You are a person of values, of moral and honor, Erica. But you also shouldn't restrain yourself from what you truly want.

And we both know that's me.

Now I'm here, at Mooney's, people watching and listening to Jasmine sing a loud Rihanna's song. Not even auto tune could fix her voice.

-Where's your lover girl?-Jasmine sat on the balcony, still dancing to the music on her earphones.

-I'm not in the mood for this.-He cut her off.

-Someone was rejected.-She teased, giving a short laugh mocking. - Again.

-I wasn't rejected, okay? She likes me.-He assured her.- It's just a matter of time.

-You are very patient.

-Thank you.

-That wasn't a compliment.

He blinked twice, Jasmine changed the track she listened to, now Miley Cyrus.

-I'm just saying that you need to make a move, or that punk will never leave her.

-A move like you did? No, thank you.-He shaked his head.- You just made her more upset, Jasmine.

-But now you know she feels something.

-I already knew we had a...sparkle.-He tried to say.

Jasmine bursted laughing, to her, that was funny. He rolled his eyes, talking with her was no use.

He grabbed his phone again, Jasmine said something and walked away, he scrolled through Erica's instagram again. No new posts.

He stared at one of her pictures, she was probably at her apartment, a beautiful smile, her hair brushed to the left side, as she wore a dark blue blouse.

All he wanted was to see her happy, but happy with him.

Another day passed and no signs of Erica. He decided to search in his universisty, but of course, once again he wasn't allowed to enter.

Until he noticed someone, a girl he recognized from before. That was her, the girl he always aw at Erica's instagram, her friend Maggie.

Does she know how you are?

I could ask a few questions. But I doubt that @maggiexx would reply to her DMs, specially from an anonymous account.

But maybe in person, she might be more pressured to do it.

She's very different from you, Erica. Actually, she reminds me a lot Jasmine. Don't be jealous, I just see some resemblances on them.

Like how she dresses the same generic Shein and Forever 22 clothes, or how they are both blondes with increased popularity, who loves parties and status. But something between you and Maggie is different than you with Jasmine.