Erela's POV :
It's actually a text from my socials from Lance as he possibly doesn't have my number, yet.
Yet.
He messaged me on Instagram.
lance_miller : hello Rilly.
lance_miller : you didn't come to the match?
lance_miller : you ditched me?
lance_miller : how could you?
lance_miller : out of all, you? seriously?
lance_miller : you didn't come to my match and cheer for me so I didn't play, our team still won though because of Zio.
I-
Ugh.
He makes it sound like it's my fault.
It probably is.
But I didn't ask to be in this confusing situation.
I feel a bit bad, though.
So I decide to text him back.
_erelagrene_ : I'm sorry, I was really stuck with something.
_erelagrene_ : how can I make it up to you?
lance_miller : don't.
lance_miller : giving me hope and then breaking my heart like it's nothing?
lance_miller : stop it.
lance_miller : what else do you want, erela?
lance_miller : I changed for you because I knew you deserve better and I couldn't see you with anyone else except for me.
lance_miller : you knew that I was a Playboy, don't you? But after you came I stopped with these worldly immature things.
lance_miller : because of you, for you.
lance_miller : yet, you return me with something like this?
_erelagrene_ : I didn't mean to hurt you. Trust me, k wouldn't have done this, if it hurted you so much.
lance_miller : I just wanted you to come to the match and cheer for me, was that too hard to do for you?
_erelagrene_ : I'm so so sorry for my inconvenience. I seriously, really, wholly didn't mean to hurt you. I just didn't have a choice.
lance_miller : pick a side, then.
_erelagrene_ : I would if I had the option.
Really.
lance_miller : see you tomorrow, good night.
I messed up real bad, didn't I?
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Morning.
It's a holiday.
It's Thursday.
And I want to go to the church today.
I usually don't go to churches on anyday other than Sunday but that's okay for today.
Today's different.
I really hurt Lance.
And yesterday the way he was talking just made me even more sad and guilty.
I like him when he's all happy and smiling and cocky.
So I'll pray to God that hopefully he forgives me.
I want to also go to his house today.
I want to see him.
Because that's what I really need right now.
Actually, the actual plan for today was to go to Uncle Rogers to get more information about that person.
But needless to say, it isn't that important right now.
First I'll do this and then maybe I'll go to Uncle Rogers office in the evening, if I have the energy to.
I got up and started getting ready.
I wore a sage green little dress with a dark green cardigan, my hair is half tied by a long sage green bow and let down. I'm wearing matching earrings and necklace, light sage green bow earrings and a little bow pendant of the same colour, I'm also wearing a dark green bracelet which actually my mum gifted me. And to pair it all with I'm wearing dark green heels and carrying a little green dior bag.
I feel pretty.
Ofcourse.
Green, I love green.
Green is my favourite colour.
Lance's eyes are green.
I click a few pictures of myself and then go out.
I asked my family driver to drive me to the church which I usually go to.
~
I prayed to God that hopefully Lance forgives me. You know I like him being all cheeky and stuff but now he's not even talking to me.
I hope he's okay.
I'm now heading out of the church and going to a flower shop which is just outside the church.
It's extremely pretty and aesthetic.
The whole vibe of this flower shop is immaculate.
I get inside the flower shop and I'm greeted by the staff.
After a few minutes of searching for the absolute perfect flowers for the situation, I got em.
I got white tulips, blue hyacinths and white orchids wrapped up in a dark blue bouquet.
These flowers signify constancy, regret and sincerity.
In simple words, it defines and is absolutely perfect to say that 'you're sorry.'
I clicked a picture of the shop and the flowers, it's really lovely.
After paying for these flowers.
I'm heading out and going to Lance's house, his house is like 15 mins at the distance by walk.
I don't walk much, but I can handle this much.
~
I ring the bell of his door and a maid opens up, I tell her that I'm here to meet Lance and she tells me to sit in the living room and then goes upstairs to call him.
He comes down and sees me and a little smile comes up on his face.
I smile a lil a as well.
He comes near the couch of his house's living room as I stand up.
I give him the flowers.
He gladly accepts.
"Hi." He says, smiling even more brighter.
"Hiie." I say, as I hug him.
"I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to upset you." I say.
"It's okay." He says, as he wraps his hands around my waist and pulls me closer, making my body press against his body and that's when I realise he's shirtless.
He's wearing grey sweatpants and I just realised he's actually shirtless.
I look up at him and then close my eyes and let go of him and say "Wear something, idiot."
"I am wearing clothes, Rilly. You can open your eyes." He says and I can for sure say that he's smirking right freaking now.
"Wear a shirt!!" I yell.
"Okay, okay." He assures.
And after a minute he tells me to open my eyes as I do so.
Finally he's wearing a black t shirt.
I was about to say something when I hear another guy, who seems like a butler saying something to Lance "Sir, you'll be leaving tomorrow morning by 5."
Lance nods.
And then that butler leaves us alone again.
"Are you going somewhere?" I ask.
"Yeah." He says.
"Where?" I ask.
"Why?" He answers, answering my question with anot
"Just tell me." I say, genuinely curious.
"Why should I tell you?" He questions, tilting his head, now grinning.
"Well, I always tell you whatever you ask me so you should do the same." I reply.
"Good point but not valid." He says, he freaking has the audacity to say that?!
"Excuse me!?" I almost yell.
"Come up with a better excuse to know about my tomorrow's whereabouts." He says as I roll my eyes.
"Will you tell me or not?" I ask, irritated.
He chuckles seeing me all irritated.
"I'm leaving to Denmark for a week and a half." He replies.
"What!?!" I yell, and I wouldn't even say almost yell because I did yell out loud that even two maids who were working in the kitchen looked at my direction.
But that doesn't concern me.
What concerns me is that he's leaving?
Why?
Even if it's for a week.
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Romans"Would you date me if I asked you too?" ~ Erela Arella Grene is an observent, religious and witty girl, who has just switched to the London's most posh school and there she meets some people who put her in a confusing situation. She doesn't know who...
