❝𝙎𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩.❞ I finally snap, this whole time I thought it was in my head but I was wrong. Everyone was right about him.
"You're not listening to me Brylan." He begs but I don't care for it. I d...
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Placing the lid on the pot I open the cabinet above the stove to take out a cup. Measuring how many cups of rice, I put it into an empty pot that I'd already filled with the correct amount of water. Moving it onto the stove I look over to my phone which has been ringing for ten or so minutes now.
Picking up and putting it on speaker I leave it on the countertop next to the stove as I go into the pantry to grab oil for the rice.
'Brylan! Are you okay? Where are you?' A very frantic boyfriend answers the call which earns a shakey breath out of me. Hearing his voice hurts.
'I'm back at your apartment. I went and did grocery shopping because you seriously don't have food at your house. Did you know there's this cute little marketplace? They give you these fishnet grocery bags? I'm bringing them home with me because they're so cute.' I yell back before lowering my voice as I move closer to the phone. 'Took a taxi back- they're so many of them in LA?! It's crazy.' I want to change the topic bad. I want to distract myself but the ache hasn't gone since I stepped out of the coffee shop.
'You left early? My training was only two and a half hours. Thought that would be enough time for you to look around? I could've picked you up.' He's a little surprised since that's what we agreed on. I'm the one who asked if he could pick me up later on.
'Yeah.' I clear my throat. 'After I was...I had a change in heart and I just didn't feel like being out anymore.'
'Oh? Shame. Want me to go with you tomorrow? We can do something.' He offers and I'm quick to accept it. I actually wanted to look around more but I was worried that I'd bump into Sophia again.
Hanging up the call I go back to pouring oil into the rice pot. Trying to keep my head empty as I screw the lid back on. I can't. All I'm thinking about is what Sophia said. What if she's right? What if he finds a replacement for her and it goes back to square one. Or what if it blows over after a month or two and their relationship reverts back to normal without him even realizing it? What if—
'Stop it Brylan.' Rubbing my face I can't help but feel a bit of satisfaction. I know I shouldn't but I was right wasn't I? I didn't like her and I didn't know why and now it's real fucking clear. She knew who I was but she let me believe I was a nobody. Her intent was to take him. Sighing under my breath the satisfaction is short lived and replaced with anger. I have no power in this situation.
What am I supposed to do? When I'm gone I won't have a single clue what's happening over here. Even if Sophia can never get back with him what if that news goes public? I don't know how many girls Damon talk too or how many girls want to talk to Damon. He's tall, athletic, sweet, and god I'd be beautiful. He's the walking definition of eye candy and they aren't supervisors or parents out here to tame greedy hands. Legally everyone's an adult.
He's told me in the past, that his life here is almost identical to highschool. If that's true then I'm fucked. Maybe I should've kept my insecurities to myself and allowed them to be friends. It wouldn't have gotten this bad but the idea of it infuriates me. I was willing to take a step back because I trust him with every muscle in my body. Damon was clear with his intentions and she indirectly told me she was close but nothing ever happened. At least her being there stopped other girls but now I don't think I can bring myself to want that again.
