𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘦 - vicious

chapt. 1

If Verity were to count every time Eli has stood her up in the past month, she would've had all ten fingers down before she could even be halfway done.

Today was another one of those days. Verity sat alone at an empty booth in a restaurant that reeked of stale beer and barbecue. she could usually tolerate it, if it wasn't the only goddamn thing she could think about instead of Eli.

She angrily sat up, smoothed out her snug red dress, and exited the restaurant, punching in Eli's number as she walked out the doors.

The phone rang three times, then was answered.

"You were "late" again."

"Oh, shit- sorry Ver. I promise I'll make it up to you."

"I'm sick and tired of all of these fake apologies. I already know you're not sorry. It would hurt less if you told me what you were doing instead of showing up to a date with your own girlfriend." Verity hissed, venom lacing her every word.

"I'm seriously sorry Ver. Look, I've been working on this thesis for my class and I just got so wrapped up, i'm really sorry Ver." Eli answered, hesitant with his words, as if he were weighing them before he spoke them aloud.

"You're always so worried about this stupid project. The reason I'm upset is not because you don't show up— well, that's partially the reason.. but it's because you don't tell me. Not one text. Not even a "hey verity! i'm ditching your ugly ass for the fifth time this week!"."

Verity paused, and she could hear him allow himself to take another breath.

"Look. All I need you to do is to put in the effort. I certainly do. I got all dolled up in a nice red dress, and not to mention, offered to pay for the both of us to eat at this super nice restaurant, which, if you actually showed up to our date, you would know that the interior is actually really, really beautiful, and I know you judge restaurants by the inside so whenever I looked around all I thought about was you." Verity panted softly, not even realizing she was beginning to rant.

"Wow. Um, do you.. do you wanna come over? I really feel bad now that I didn't get to see you in that dress." Eli said, then chuckled to himself.

Verity took one breath in, and blew one out. it was taking her entire being not to murder her idiotic, perverted, selfish boyfriend right now.

"I'm on my way."

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1st person - Verity pov.

It didn't take long to drive to where Eli was. In his shared dorm, with his roommate, Vincent, I believe, was his name. I hoped dearly that he wouldn't be there.

Parking in the rather tiny parking lot, I stepped out of the car- a pathetically obviously rented BMW. It had marks all on the sides and dents on each and every corner. It was embarrassing, to say the least, but what was a struggling, broke college student supposed to do?

The car I was originally driving, a once blindingly bright white Chevrolet, was sold to pay off some of the severe debt I was in from supposedly driving another car off of the road. It didn't seem like that really happened, though.

It was a Sunday afternoon. I was just coming back from studying at Lockland's library, and was in a rush to get home and relax after the cram session. I was stopped at a red light, behind a tall, bulky SUV. My tiny, petite, cute little white car couldn't see behind that fucker. It agitated me that I couldn't see the light. Because if I could see the light, then I would at least know if I had a couple of seconds to text Eli back. So I was stuck playing the waiting game while this stupid, humongous SUV took up the entire lane. Life isn't fucking fair. At all.