Flashing Lights (Scarlett X G!P Reader)

Chapter 58

AYOOOO! You know what to do :)

Your POV

The drive home with Scarlett in the passenger seat is dead silent but I can't for the life of me figure out why. I thought the party went great, we all had a good time, Scarlett seemed to enjoy herself, I sang a bit, even brought her on the little stage with me to sing "Holy" to her.

Everything was going great, or so I thought.

I mean she overheard my call with Benny Andersson from ABBA which nearly gave me a heart attack. But I played it off well, I think. She isn't figuring out my plan is she?

Unless she did and now she's scared.

Fuck, maybe it's too soon. Maybe this is going a step too far, she doesn't think we are ready.

My senses return to me when I see the red light approaching too quickly. I widen my eyes and have to slam on the breaks, making Scarlett gasp and jump, placing one of her hands fearfully on the dash, the other on my shoulder as the cars coming from the right zoom in front of the light.

I blink quickly, the panic at my idiocy for zoning out overwhelming me as I try to gain my bearings again.

"Jesus, Y/N! You could've gotten us fucking killed."

Okay, she's mad about something.

"Sorry. I-I didn't mean to."

When she scoffs and I see the eye roll, my heart stings, especially when she pulls away from me and looks out her window, "Yeah I'm sure."

Scrunching my eyebrows together at her harsh words and the venomous tone, I tap my fingers on the wheel anxiously before glancing at her hostile demeanor, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing. Just get us home. I'm tired."

My eyes remain on her for a few moments, trying to figure out what the hell she's so angry about until I can see the red change to a green hue out of the corner of my eye.

Stepping on the gas, I continue the drive and pull into our gated community, racking my brain for ideas or theories that can explain her rogue state. If she knows about the proposal she wouldn't be mad. Scared maybe, but angry? That's not like her.

It can't be anything about the kids, they're with Melanie tonight and they've been asleep since before we even got to the party.

So what the hell is it?

When we pull into the driveway and park in the garage, she doesn't even wait for me to turn the car off. She's out and inside in 5 seconds, leaving me sitting with my confused thoughts.

"What the fuck?"

Sighing, I pull out my phone and text Lizzie.

To Lizzie Bear🐻: Hey...is Scarlett mad at me for something? Did she tell you anything?

Within a few seconds, I get a response.

From Lizzie Bear🐻: Not that I know of, why? She seemed fine at the party.

I groan and rub my temples, not bothering to answer before I get inside and look down, seeing Scarlett's shoes tossed on the ground, her house keys on the counter instead of the hook, along with her clutch.

Smacking my lips together, I mumble an "alrighty then" and place the keys on the hook, then carry her shoes and clutch up to our room. Once I get inside, she's already changing into sweats while I place her shoes on the rack in our walk-in-closet.

I can feel her hostility and anger from across the room, leaving me to breathe out a light stream of stress while placing the clutch with the rest of her bags.