The Chance

33 || The Aftermath

BITTERSUITE - Billie Eilish
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Alexander

I'd be lying if I said the sound of my door shutting was the only thing I remembered from last night.

Clearly it wasn't, but it was the only thing that's been stuck on my mind since then. Watching her face change, feeling her body do the same, and then hearing my door shut on her way out.

I was only left there to think what the fuck just happened?

I don't credit myself as a naive person, most times I'm quite aware unless I've downed a few shots.

So remembering the sound of her phone ringing, for the second time in a matter of minutes, it's not the fact that she picked up that's making me feel so off, it's the realization that I know who it most likely is.

And I don't want to believe it.

I may not have the hard proof, but there's just this feeling that there was someone else. She was so closed off when I first tried to get to know her, a complete contrast to how she acted when Matt and I were making jokes at her.

And it's when I get close to her that she shuts off. She's fine one minute and not the next.

Whatever she read off of her phone last night freaked her out, so much so that she walked out on me.

I won't sit here and pretend like I'm okay with it. It's bugging me.

It's obvious to me. It's even becoming noticeable to my friends. "What the hell happened to you last night?" I'm walking with Matt on campus when he finally brings it up.

"Nothing," It's a bland, overused response. One that although not sounding like it, is true. Nothing happened. And I internally wince at my next thought since it sounds a little douchey, but that's exactly the fucking problem.

Nothing ever happens because something always interrupts us.

"Oh c'mon man, seriously?" He questions me in honest disbelief. I give him a glare before returning my focus back in front of us. "Wow. What the hell did you do for her to bail?"

"For once Matt, I actually didn't do anything." I tell him. "I'll see if I can fix it though."

There's a hint of laughter in Matt's voice, clearly finding some humor in this situation. "But you just said you didn't do anything? What's there for you to fix?"

"Not sure," I'm completely honest with him. "But she likes to avoid things when problems arise."

I begin to drift off to the path that takes me to the parking lot as Matt keeps going. "So will any of us see you tonight?" he asks as we walk farther apart.

Though I haven't prepared for another night out, my most believable answer is, "Probably." Even if it might be the last thing I want to do right now.

The drive to her house is quicker than expected, three cars sit parked outside, mine adding to that total as I turn the ignition off and get out. The wait after ringing the doorbell is also short lived.

With the door swung open with a bit of force, I'm greeted by a small figure. Her hair is too light a shade of brown, her eyes too dark. "Is Evie here?" I ask and I'm given silence in return as who I assume is one of Evie's teammates stands in front of me.

Surprise etches into her features before she turns her head back into the house to yell. "Evie! You have a visitor!" Her face then comes back to mine. "She's upstairs, door on the right." Her tone's a little more hesitant now as she steps to the side.