HER SISTER (18+) (GXG)

Dares & Challenges

After processing the attitude Mili so clearly just caught with me, I managed to piece together my own rebuttal.

"Considering I was trying to find you after all the shots you had last night. Yes, there's a problem," I mocked her words back to her.

Mili lazily raised her brows, "I can handle myself," she pointed out.

I gave her a narrowed look, clearly about to counter that statement with a bunch of facts—one being that we're currently out of the country, so not letting someone know your whereabouts is extremely dangerous.

However, before I could fact-check her, she managed to say—

"Besides, you're the one who doesn't care."

And just like that, all my previous thoughts disintegrated.

Feeling completely caught off guard by her accusation, I couldn't stop myself from saying, "Are you kidding me right now?"

I had quite literally searched for her for at least an hour—I even headed back to the villa to see if she went there.

I almost pushed myself into a full-on fucking panic attack at the idea of her out there completely disoriented.

And now she's saying I don't care?

Mili shrugged, "Your words, not mine," she emphasized.

And suddenly, my brows were knit together—when did I ever say that I didn't care?

I mean, I haven't even been around her less than twenty-four hours—

I froze slightly, suddenly remembering the bathroom conversation that I had with Mya and Arielle last night.

"You heard me in the bathroom?" I asked, but it seemed to come out more as a statement.

Mili lazily raised her brows, "Yeah," she said distastefully.

And now I seemed to piece together everything, including the bathroom door opening and shutting before that group of girls walked in.

Now it really made sense why she started drinking so much.

She thinks I don't care about her.

But what I said only regarded caring about other girls, or even exes for that matter.

Of course, I still care about her.

"Clearly you only heard one part of the conversation if that's what you're basing this off of," I said, knowing that after I said I didn't care, I later said that I still loved her and that I was done caring about specific things.

"I didn't need to hear anything else," Mili determined as she picked up her mug to take a sip of her coffee.

"Well, clearly you did because I was only saying that I didn't care about other girls anymore. It was after that one girl pulled you off onto the dance floor," I explained, hoping that we could just drop this entire miscommunication and have a good trip.

Mili sat her mug back down, "Oh so that didn't bother you? Because we were dancing pretty—"

"Clearly you didn't finish dancing with her if you heard our conversation," I cut her short mostly for my sake.

It's definitely okay for me to be bothered by other people touching Mili in that way, there's just a much healthier approach when you're secure within yourself.

You can be bothered without being insecure, which was something I had learned the hard way.

Mili shrugged, "Who's to say I didn't go back?" she said as she carefully stared between my eyes.