You loving me is my biggest flex ~Part 2

11.

(Song: Art deco instrumental~ Lana del Rey)
And immediately Aresu realized that she was the most horrible, gruesome and childish friend one could have.
Holy fuck... she fucked up.
It was as if a lightning had suddenly flashed inside of her.
She backed away fastly, looking at JJ in utter shock.
"I'm just a distraction," JJ noticed, looking at Rafe.
His face crumbled and his lips began to quiver.
And both looked at her with utmost shock, hurt and betrayal.
"I'm—I'm so sorry."
"You know what? No. I'm done. I'm done. Get your life together you two but don't drag me into your bullshit. I thought you'd be better than that, Aresu. How could I be so stupid?"
And with those words being said he got into the car, started the engine and drove off, leaving Rafe and Aresu standing in the rain.
Silent.
Shocked.
Still.
"We need to talk."
Aresu's heart fell down on the concrete floor once again.
"We certainly do," she mumbled.
"Imma tell her we go now. Get in the car." He gave her the keys and went to the store once again.
Was that so important?
Aresu on the other hand did what he told her to.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Her mind spiraled. Her thoughts jumping wildly, scratching the inside of her body, wanting to be freed.
Tears ran down her cheeks, down the rain-wet skin, sinking deeper and embracing her broken heart with tiny hands, caressing it, pushing their fingers into the bleeding cracks, molesting it, triggering it further.
How could everything get better?
She had lost Rafe.
She had lost JJ.
And now she seemed to loose all grip on reality. The store gleamed in its golden light, Rafe talking with Ava inside.
In was too far away to see Ava's face but Aresu knew that she must've looked very pleased with herself.
And she sat in the car, soaking wet, drenched, hurt, alone. Alone...once again.
She hurt JJ... she fucking kissed him to prove how that felt—and she was not better. Not at all!
She hated the thought of being a distraction, a simply mistake... but what did she make of JJ? The freaking same.
JJ was what she hated to be.
Oh gosh...that was so messed up.
She refused to look at the store for a second longer, the lights glimmering on the glass of the front-window. Pearls of water dribbling aesthetically down, racing each other, building up in little cracks and holes.
The leather of the seats seemed cold and sticky to her skin, as she reverted her eyes to look outside on the parking lot and harshly refusing to watch them say their: bye byes.