Something In The Orange

Chapter Twenty-Seven

I let out a deep breath, tucking my phone into my pocket, after attempting to call Declan for what feels like the millionth time this week sense what happened. He's ignoring me, he even told Zoey he didn't want to talk or see me right now. Which is not the way to be handling things, but he's the golden boy so he does no wrong.

"He's just trying to process this," Zoey said lightly, breaking the awkward silence in the room. I know she's right, but after what he said to me, I don't really care how he feels about me and Sage. Don't get me wrong, a part of me knows that he's just being an overprotective big brother, and Sage is his best friend, but that leaves no excuse for what he said to me.

I ignored her, continuing to stay silent and stare at my wall. I have nothing to say about the situation. I'm hurt by what he said to me, and thinking our relationship was stronger now, but I'm also angry at the way he reacted. It wasn't fair.

My phone started vibrating, but when I looked at it... It definitely wasn't who I wanted to talk to.

Mom: Hey hun, we haven't talked much. Declan said you're seeing someone now and that school is going great. I'm so happy he told me!! Hope to see you both on Thanksgiving!

He told her?... and he didn't make it out to be... bad?

What. Then why is he ignoring me?

I quickly went to send him a text.

Me: Can we talk? You told mom? Please D, let me explain.

I let out a sigh of relief when this time he replied.

D-Dawg: I told her. Nothing to explain, I talked to Sage this morning. We're good, but so help me god. Keep the PDA to a minimum.

Surprised, but more relieved there was no drama... but that's all he has to say? No damn apology for the things he said to me?

Do I just let it go?

To keep the peace, it's probably best that I do.

Me: Okay.

I laid down on my back on the bed, finally able to relax. "You okay?" Zoey asked, seeming concerned. "He texted me," I nodded. "We're okay." 

But are we? 

She smiled, clapping her hands, "I'm so glad. Maybe Thanksgiving won't be so awkward now." I gave her a weird look, sitting up. "You're coming too?" She nodded, "D asked me."

Thank god, maybe she can help keep the peace.

"It's gonna be so much fun."

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I was walking to Sage's room when suddenly I heard yelling coming from behind his door, thinking it was him and Declan, I just quickly walked in, but boy was that a bad idea. The room feel silent instantly and my eyes fixed on a tall, dark haired man, with a beard, wearing a suit.

Sage's dad.

My eyes instantly widened. Oh god, I do not need to be here right now.

"Who are you?" He spat, looking me up and down. I swallowed hard, my anxiety kicking in, heart racing. "I'm Peyton." He nodded slightly, not having a clue why I would be here. "I'm-I'm sorry, I didn't know-" I stuttered, but Sage interrupted. "It's okay, babe." His dad's eyes narrowed at me.

The babe definitely just set him off. Awesome. Now, I'm definitely uncomfortable.

"So you're the one keeping my son away on Thanksgiving," He shot at me. I went silent, unable to even process that he was giving that type of attitude to me. Like, seriously. He waited for my reply, which I had to think about before speaking. "That's me, figured I could take him home and stuff his belly full," I joked. He let out a small business-man like chuckle. "You can always win a man's heart through his stomach." 

I laughed uncomfortably, as Sage walked over to me. "Just give us a minute." He walked out the door, standing in the hall with me. "I didn't know, I'm so sorry," I apologized. "It's okay babe, really," He reassured. I nodded, biting my bottom lip. "Give me like five more minutes and I'll have him gone, just wait in the game room." I nodded, he kissed my cheek and then went back inside. I made my way down the hall, finding the game room. 

When I walked in, I seen D sitting on the couch, so I walked over and sat beside him. "hey," I said. "Hey," He short answered. "Did you know Sage's dad is here?" I questioned and by the expression on his face, he definitely didn't know. "How do you know?" He asked. "He was in his room when I walked in, I heard yelling and I thought it was you," I explained. He nodded, "I told you, everything was fine. He's still coming to Thanksgiving."

I know he told me it was fine now, but is it? Because I still feel hurt. I still feel angry.