𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚜𝚎 | 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝟸

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗

𝙴𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊

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I was supposed to meet Sofia and Julianna at Chateau Remington.

Instead, I found myself curled in a chair at a local cafe, watching people enter and leave with smiles on their faces, feeling content in their lives. And I envied them, I wanted to be like them so bad. But I wasn't afforded that luxury, none of us were really, Sofia wasn't, Julianna isn't, and I just signed my life away. I signed my life to the devil himself.

I wanted to like Mickey, back in high school I tried, I tolerated him more than I do now. But after watching the love that was shown between Steve and Sofia, I hated Mickey. I hated him because he didn't really want me, he wanted her and he couldn't have her. He couldn't have her three years ago, he couldn't have her now. I was just the security that he had to Sofia in case something ever happened to Steve. This all played out in his favor. While I just sat aside and dealt with it. I was the one being screwed over. Not freedom, no choice. I was just a pawn to secure a business deal.

"What the hell?" I looked over my shoulder when I heard Sofia's voice, guilt instantly filling my consciousness when I realized how stressed out she was. "It takes three seconds to call and tell me you're not going to make it, instead I just spent an hour and a half searching the city for you."

"I'm sorry," I offered her my coffee when she sat down across from me, just a coffee table separating us, "I just needed to think."

Sofia softened at that moment before she was squaring her shoulders, "I know you're having a hard time adjusting to this, but I promise Mickey is a sweetheart," I blanched, and her jaw set, "Elena you're icing him out, you're married to him, you may as well try and get used to him."

I scoffed, I was never like this towards Sofia, and it shocked her as much as it shocked me. "That's easy for you to say, you got to marry someone you love, I didn't get that option Sofia, so yeah, I'm icing him out," Sofia just watched me, trying to hide her reaction to my attitude, and I know I shouldn't be this upset with her, but she's constantly taking Mickey's side, "Why do you care about Mickey anyway? You're married to his best friend. You're always defending him, have you ever thought about what I wanted? Because I don't like Mickey, Sofia, I never have. So stop trying to make me like him."

It was a harsh blow that I knew she was going to feel, and she did, recoiling at my words.

"Meet me at the airport if you still want to come," Sofia stood up, tossing her bag over her shoulder and I instantly felt like shit, "Or don't, honestly I don't care, Julianna and I will give you thirty minutes, if you're not there we're leaving."

She barely spared me a glance when she walked past me, heading towards the door, "Sofia," I called after her, turning around to see her push open the front door and exit, ignoring me completely. I didn't mean to snap at her, I did my best to never do that because making Sofia feel like shit when all she had ever done was help me was one of the cruelest feelings in the world. It was like pulling your heart out of your chest and throwing it into a blender. The worst part of it all was that Sofia had no issue icing people out, she'd be prim and poised in public and then she would ignore someone as soon as the cameras were gone.

I couldn't do this without my best friend.

I left my coffee on the table, throwing my bag over my shoulder, and followed after her on the busy street. People milling by acted like they were important, heads held high, jaws set. But I was looking for the familiar blonde hair, relaxing when I saw her talking to Julianna through the passenger side window. "Sofia please," her back straightened when I called after her, hair falling off her shoulder when she turned her head to look at me, "I'm sorry."