On The Ropes

Round 6

Zavier's POV

"Stop, Z." Antwon muttered and tried to nudge me away.

We were currently laying in his bed. He was turned onto his side texting his friend, while I was spooning him and biting his back because he's ignoring me.

He's been giving his new friend so much attention lately. He's always texting him, always calling him, always talking about him.

"Why you don't love me no more?" I asked and sat up, finally disconnecting from his back.

Antwon let out a sigh, then turned to look at me. "You know I love you, Zavier."

"You ain't been actin' like it." I muttered and moved to sit up against the headboard.

He let out another, deeper sigh and rolled his eyes, making my frown deepen. "Zavier just because I don't spend every second talking to you doesn't mean I don't love you." He said slowly, making my frown turn into a scowl.

"Why you talkin' to me like I'm slow?" I asked and scooted away from him—Since he wants me to leave him alone so badly.

"I'm not—Why are you being so difficult?" He questioned me while I frowned and started to harshly rub my legs, feeling the pleasing texture of my jeans under my fingers.

"I'm not bein' difficult—You supposed to be my best friend and you not bein' my best friend."

"What does that even mean, Z?" He sighed, and I watched as he rolled his eyes before looking back down at his phone.

I opened my mouth, then closed it and hummed before I started rocking back and forth.

He's gonna leave me.

I let out a noise of discomfort and wrapped my arms around myself as I continued rocking. I was trying to calm down—I don't want to have a meltdown. I hate having meltdowns. My brain always feels bad afterwards.

Usually Antwon helps me calm down before I can get to that point—Because he loves me, and he's my best friend.

But now he's just looking at his phone, still going back and forth with Javier.

He promised.

I let out another noise when I suddenly felt an odd sensation in my chest, then suddenly jolted forward and scrambled to get out of the bed.

"Zay?" I heard Antwon call out for me, but I was already at his door and rushing down the stairs. "Zavier!"

His voice felt distant as I made my way through the house, and I ignored the even more distant sounds of Mr. And Mr. Kingston calling for me as I threw the front door open and went racing out of it.

I wasn't sure where I was going—I couldn't even really think about it as I just continued getting away from the house.

I don't know where I'm going, or why I'm going. All I could do was keep up my fast pace.

My head didn't start to quiet down for what felt like an eternity. When it did, I blinked and looked around in confusion.

I have no idea where the hell I am.

I started to rub my pants again, then reached to grab my phone from my pocket—then reached for my other pocket when I didn't find it...Then started frantically patting my pants until I finally came to the conclusion that I don't have my phone.

I let out a groan, then started to aggressively rub my face until my hands made their way up to my hair.

Antwon hates when I pull my hair, I thought as I dug my nails into my scalp and started to pull at my hair as more groans escaped me.