What Is Love?

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Nancy





We're back at the Academy. Enzo parks Lydia's car and he helps us with taking out the bags. However, Steve takes his backpack, and he goes to his dorm. He's being weird and I don't know the reason for his sudden rude behavior. We've managed to have sex during our vacation. It wasn't once, but twice. We should be closer and more intimate, instead he's pushing me away. I can't find any reasonable cause for his change. He wanted to have me the whole time and I was the one who wasn't ready to have him inside of me and when I surrendered to him, and he had me everything worked in the opposite.

Maybe I'm just overthinking about it. Maybe it's just my imagination. Maybe I'm not the reason for his behavior's change.

The next day, I go to the cafeteria, and I find Steve having his breakfast there. I order an iced lemonade and I walk to sit with him.

"Good morning". I say with a smile as I take a seat next to him.

"Morning". He replies and stands up.

"Where are you going?". I ask.

"I just finished, so I'm leaving". He says and he walks away taking his plate with him.

He lied. He didn't finish his breakfast. He wanted to walk away from me as soon as possible.

I spent the rest of the day looking for Steve, but I couldn't find him anywhere. Not at lunch time, not at the daybreak, not in their training room and not in the garden. I thought about going to his room, but I couldn't find a good reason for going there in case Enzo asks me.

After having my lunch, the next day, I walk to the garden with my painting materials. I've just saw an elegant counter while scrolling on my phone, which can be perfectly added to the background of the painting that I'm working on. 

On my way I find Steve sitting on the bench seat, watching something on his phone. I decide to surprise him. I walk in his direction on my tiptoes, slowly, then I wrap my arms around his neck.

I don't care if people see us, I just want to hug him because I missed his scent. Steve pauses the dancing video he was watching, and he takes my arms off him. He stands up and smiles at me.

That's a fake smile and I don't like it.

"I need to go. I have training". He says, then he leaves.

This situation is becoming too complicated. I'll lose my mind at any minute if I don't figure out what the hell is going on with Steve.

You know when people ignore you and they walk next to you without looking at you. Well, Steve passed that level. He's literally passing through me as if I'm some kind of ghost. I became invisible to him. The guy who used to see nothing but me in the whole world, started to see everything except me. I hate to be ignored and especially by Steve.

He does that even when we're sitting together with our common friends. He's either minding his drink or talking to someone else. He's doing everything to avoid looking and talking to me. Even when our eyes meet, he breaks their contact quickly.

This is it, I'm tired of guessing what the hell is wrong with him and why he's being cold to me. Three days of being ghosted is enough for me and I don't have any intention to make them four.

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