"Lie to me," he whispered. His face was so close and I couldn't breathe.
"Lie to me and tell me you don't want me as much as I want you. Lie to me and tell me you don't want to press those pretty lips of yours to mine right now. Lie to me and tell m...
「 nineteen ♥ drunk 」 tw: small mention of self-harm
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12 calls, 15 texts.
No answer.
"We need him, dammit!" I'd never seen Elian so mad before. His eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes glued to his phone. "We have a schedule! He can't just leave."
"I know," I muttered, staring at his contact. Where are you, Rowen?
"Go ahead and go home, Alaska. Thank you for coming. I'll get this situated with your boyfriend."
I nodded, not daring to correct him.
"And to think that he bails out today, right before we tell the press about the movie starring you two! Preposterous."
Tomorrow?
"Wait, Elian?" I called. He turned to me. "You're airing the news tomorrow about the movie?"
He smiled. "Yup. Isn't that exciting?"
My heart beat faster. "Yeah."
Then I turned and walked out the set doors, pulling my phone out to text my best friend.
braelyn <3
me: you. me. tonight. bar.
Her response came quickly.
braelyn <3
her: bet ;)
[ • • • ]
Night rolled around quickly. Time passed so quick that I didn't even remember that Braelyn was on her way over until my doorbell rang.
I answered the door quickly, revealing my sexily clad best friend.
"Babe!" she greeted, pulling me into a hug. "It's been too long."
I closed my eyes, thankful for her. "I know."
When she pulled back, she scanned my outfit. "You need to change. C'mon. Let's see what you have in that monstrous closet of yours."
I closed the front door and followed her excited self up to my bedroom, where she burst into my closet.
She scanned my racks of clothes, going to the red section. She pulled out a dress that stopped high on my thighs but the neckline wasn't too low. The back was long and open, leading with spaghetti straps.
Braelyn knew about my self-harm, so she was careful at what she chose.
She went through my underwear drawer and picked out a lacy thong and a matching red push-up bra. She grabbed some tall, black stiletto's and gave them to me.
