BiteBound *completed*

Chapter 8

I was a couple of drinks in when Camilla had the nerve to approach me. She didn't take a seat since all the stools were occupied, but she still cautiously stood beside me as she tried to start the conversation.

"C-can we talk?!" She asks over the loud music.

I kept my eyes looking out at nothing, letting the alcohol buzz through my overworked mind.

Do I even want to talk to her?

I take a last sip of my drink, waving down the bartender for another.

I should stop soon. I want to feel buzzed, not sick.

"Look I- I'm sorry!" She continues. "I didn't know he would be this stupid to spill out all your secrets!"

So you're sorry for his behavior, but not because you told him MY secrets that was only meant for you?

I scoffed at her apology, reaching out for my new glass of cold poison.

"I know you're mad and that's fine by me; but can you blame me for sharing with my own boyfriend? Other people do that kind of thing you know! To get others opinions and feedback for their own thoughts—?"

"The "thing" is called gossip!"

I whip my head at her, startling her from the sudden reaction as my snarls only continue to pour out.

"I trusted you, don't you get that?! You even swore to me that you would keep it to yourself but instead, you told him information that was not for his ears! I don't need for him to know about my dating life or my shitty relations with my Dad!"

"And again, You have every right to be mad!"

"And that's it?!" I grip on my frosted glass. "You just accept the fact that I'm mad?!"

"Well, what else am I supposed to do?!" She argues. "I apologized and you just ignored me!"

"You just don't fucking get it!" I take a huge swig. "You betrayed my trust! How am I supposed to think I can ever trust you with any kind of information again!"

"Babe, I swear to you I won't ever tell George anything ever again—."

"I know you won't cause I'm not telling you shit anymore!"

I held my hand up towards my forehead, indicating it's height by an emphasized shake.

"My trust around you was up here! This is where you are now!"

I quickly dropped my hand towards my knee, pointing at the ground where I saw her as of now.

"I hope you're proud of yourself for that!"

At first, I thought she was genuinely upset from how nervous she approached my seat, but seeing her attitude shift along with the hand on her hip now made me feel a little off.

"You know what?! I think you're being a little dramatic Rose! So some secrets spilled, it fucking happens! You're treating it as if I cheated on you or something!"

"Oh my fuck, just leave me alone!"

I turn back towards the bar table, turning my attention down at my drink as she continues to speak,

"I'll never fucking get you Rose! Here I am trying to apologize and you're just quick to break our friendship over a silly mistake! You always want to be alone and— Fuck, maybe George is right! You're just too damn much to handle! You are better off alone!"

Fuck you Camilla. Just... just fuck you...

I don't turn to look at her. I remain keeping my eyes on my drink, feeling my eyes starting to sting and the never ending pain only continue to swell even more.