How To Stay Afloat (BxB)

Chapter 55: a perfect match also has ups and downs

"Who did you really meet up with?" Austin asks me as soon as Carla leaves and we're alone.

"What?" I ask him. "Why do you think I lied?"

"I can smell the weed from a meter away. I'm not stupid." He says, wearing a disappointed expression.

I close my eyes. Fuck. I'm so dumb.

"I met up with someone who sells weed." I tell him. "I'm sorry. I was angry and stressed and I didn't know what to do." I admit.

Austin holds out his hand for me. "Uh?" I say and put my hand on his hand.

He shakes his head and slaps my hand away. "No, give me your phone and unlock it." He demands.

"What?" I ask him. "Why would I do that?"

"Because if you don't I'm telling your parents about your relapse." He says. "Did you even stop smoking at all? Or did you secretly smoke this whole time?" He asks me.

I unlock my phone and hand it to him. "No, I didn't smoke before. Today was an exception."

He nods and then looks through my phone.

"What are you looking at?" I ask him, trying to get a glimpse of the screen. He just turns away so I can't see what he's doing.

"Mila. So that's where you got the weed? Who's she?" He wants to know.

I roll my eyes. "Nobody. I just asked her if she had weed at home and she said she could ask her neighbour for some."

"And who is she? You've never mentioned her name before." Austin says angrily.

"Oh, uh. I met her at the club once and she gave me her number." I say.

I can hear him take deep breaths like he's angry.

"Don't worry, I won't meet up with her again. I didn't think a lot when I called her." I explain.

"Here." Austin says and gives me back my phone. "I deleted her number and call logs. You don't need it anymore." He says. "If she tries to contact you, you tell me."

I bite my lip. He can't just go through my phone and delete my contacts like that. I did something wrong, but that doesn't make it right for him to make decisions for me.

"You can't just do that." I argue.

"Too bad, I just did." He says sassily.

"Austin, why are you so angry? You're not jealous, are you?"

"I'm not jealous. I'm concerned. You can't be left alone for a minute because you instantly go and take drugs." He says. "You just leave for hours, leaving all your stuff behind. I was worried you're overdosing somewhere."

"Weed. I just smoked weed. Okay? It's not a big deal." I say, rolling my eyes.

"Yes it is. You promised you'd stop for good. Do you wanna end up like last sunday again?" He asks me angrily.

"Just stop complaining. It's not that easy, okay? Can't you be happy I didn't take anything else?" I ask him.

"I don't even know that. You were gone for almost six hours. God knows what kind of drugs you might have taken." He says, sounding frustrated. "Did you take something else, too? Please, be honest." He wants to know.

Fuck. Why is he so angry over a little weed?

I shake my head. "No, I just smoked a little and then fell asleep right away." I admit.

"You fell asleep?" He asks me. "So you go take drugs just to fall asleep?"

"Yeah. Weed helps me eat and helps me sleep. I don't get nightmares when I smoke." I explain.