Signed /Dream Team/

62

After my words, there was barely any sound in the elevator. Except for the occasional cracking sounds of his fingers and the popping sounds of my gum-made bubbles. And I only did that because I knew how much he hated the sound of chewing.

Even though we both refused to scream for help or do something about the situation, people who were trying to use the elevator reported a problem. Which led to the elevator technician arriving.

The first thing he did was yell to see if there was anyone inside of the elevator. And both me and George responded with a lifeless, barely there "yes."

Then the guy asked us to press the emergency button, which no shit, how didn't we think of that. We responded with the truth - it was too dark, so we pressed way too many buttons, and now none of them are pressable. They're all stuck.

The last thing we heard from him were the noises of him trying to force open the door mechanically, which resulted in him finding out that we were stuck between two floors, so even if he managed to open the doors, there was no way we could get out.

"This is all your fault," I don't even know why I said that considering the fact that I was the one who broke it. I just wanted to blame him.

"Of course," I can feel the sarcasm in his voice, but still, I'm surprised he didn't counterattack.

His mood and confidence have dropped dramatically after his last failed apology attempt. And it's funny, cause I feel like he didn't expect such an outcome.

"So what are you gonna do after we're out of here?" My question sounds like something inmates would ask each other, "Except for not being able to stop thinking about me, of course."

He throws a dirty look at me and I enjoy it. Being kind is not even half as rewarding and fulfilling as being petty.

"That's a good enough activity to keep me busy for days," he speaks, "what are you gonna do? Except for convincing yourself that you don't want to think about me."

I bite hard on the piece of gum in my mouth to get rid of any frustration and emotion before speaking, and it helps.

"Umm.. I'll probably fuck your friend, I don't know."

George chuckles ignorantly, "Yeah, cause that would help."

"Oh, it's wonderful!" I fake an excited tone, "I recommend! You and Nick should try."

I see him roll his eyes. He's so pissed, I love it.

In attempts of trying to change the subject, George speaks, "Nick misses you by the way. Keeps texting Clay and asking about you."

"Really?" I act surprised, "Might as well fuck him too then."

The way George's lips separate in disbelief and he shakes his head with a sigh shouldn't be this funny to me. I do feel a little bit bad cause it seems like he's at least trying, but then again, remembering what he did to me washes away any feeling of guilt and sorrow that dares to form.

I wonder what he's thinking right now. Probably coming up with another evil plan to manipulate me.

George's P.O.V.

What am I supposed to even think now? It feels like I'm not talking to the girl I knew, the one that would blush and trip over her own words after even the slightest compliment from me.

I found it so cute, but now she has the biggest attitude, and I find it..

...kinda hot?

Who am I kidding, she's so hot and I'm fucked in every way possible.

I didn't tell anyone that I actually like her cause it would make me look stupid. I don't even like admitting it to myself cause again, it makes me feel dumb. It's like I came up with this evil plan (that I didn't even think would work) and ended up catching feelings myself.

It's so embarrassing that I'm even embarrassed to admit anything to myself. All I know is that being a jerk is way less embarrassing than whatever I am right now.

I should probably stop thinking about it.

I'm so pissed at Clay though. Everything he does pisses me off. He should've known that I actually like her and help me with my situation instead of forcing me to spill everything in the middle of the street and hurt her like that.

And even though I never even hinted towards liking Anastasia, I don't know, he's my friend, he should've known me better.

I think he's wrong.

And he slept with her too? Knowing that I like her? That's just so ignorant of him.

Well, yes he didn't actually know, but as I said, he should've known.

And then he has the nerve to admit that he likes her after sleeping with her? He's even worse than I am and I mean it.

At least I'd like to think that I do.

I liked her first. I liked her while he was busy being rude to her. And when I was telling him to be nice to her I wasn't actually doing it for the plan, I was genuinely trying to protect her.

I know I'm not proving any points, and I sound stupid, but everyone thinks I'm wrong, and I'm the only person who's willing to put the blame on someone else.

Anyway, today was just another day where I proved that I'm not some evil mastermind, I'm just extremely awkward and dumb.

I got into the role of being a "manipulator" or something to get a reaction out of Anastasia and accidentally blurted out that I can't stop thinking about her.

It's not manipulation if you have no idea what you're doing and end up spilling the truth, is it George?

I don't know, George. I actually don't know.

Why am I even talking to myself like that-

"Stop cracking your fucking fingers, the sound is annoying me already," Anastasia says that as she keeps chewing her gum with extra sound effects. I just know she's doing it to annoy me.

I'd confront her about the chewing any other day, but today, every time I tried to pressure her even the slightest, she snapped really hard. To the point that I couldn't even come up with an appropriate reaction and just opened my mouth like an idiot.

"Sorry," I chew om the inside of my cheek and see her narrow her eyes at me. I know she expected a different reaction too.

I should speak to Clay though. Even though I'm mad at him, I'm willing to apologize and make it right between us. Cause I don't know about him, but to me, losing a friend over something like this doesn't sound okay.

And it kinda hurts me to think that he's okay with it and keeps ignoring my texts and calls.

"Tell Clay to call me or come see me," I didn't think anything was wrong with my request until she spoke.

"Do I look like a fucking messenger pigeon to you?"

I actually don't know what to do.