𝐍𝐨 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐍𝐨 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞 | Ravi Singh

𝐗. 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞
𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞
(Eden's Pov)
[currently]

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After finally arriving at Leia and Pippas house I felt an unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach, but it might only be because usually Felicity tries to distance herself from the Fitz-Amobi's.

I went to go place my knuckle on the door to knock and nearly fell over when someone opened the door. It was Ravi, he seemed like he was about to leave her house to go back to his own.

"Eden?" I watched as he arched his eyebrow with confusion.

"Ravi!" I let out an awkward laugh and stared at him.

"Did Felicity tell you to come over?" He questioned me.

God, this friend group loves just being a bunch of detectives don't they?

"Uhm, no, actually..Becca told me she was here—"

"Oh? She did? Well she's in Pippa's room—"

"She is?"

"Yeah? They were just looking over Sal and Andie's case—"

"So, nothing more? Nothing else? She didn't tell you?"

He backed away a bit back into the house, "Tell me what?"

"Are you—She didn't—You DO know that Felicity has liked you for ages, and i've seen the way you look at her. Christ, have you seen the way she looks at you! It's disgusting! Like sickeningly disgusting!" He started to talk but I put my hand up, "Don't give me the 'what if something happens to us like it did to Sal and Andie' for Christ's sake! Put that behind you, at least for a second!" I tried to catch my breath up.

"What?"

"Ravi Singh. You are the dumb—"

Pippa walked out and placed her arm around Ravi, "Can we help you?"

"So, what were you saying about Felicity?" Ravi added.

Fucking dickhead I swear! I wanted to stand there! Tell him how annoyed he made me! People wonder why I stopped liking men.

"What about me?" I watched Felicity walk out and she placed her hand onto the door handle.

"I was just telling Ravi how—"

"How you liked me." Ravi cut me off.

"Wha—I—Eden seriously?" She stared at me. I've never seen so much hatred and anger mixed with sadness and betrayal in someone's eyes, all while tears were in her eyes.

I watched her storm away, another thing I ruined for myself.

FLASHBACK

"You don't know that! Stop! Stop telling me how I feel! Stop telling me who I like—" Brooklyn shouted at me with tears in her eyes, like she had  wanted to slap me, throw me against a wall, any and every emotion within her eyes.

"But you give me these mixed signs Brook—"

"No! No! I don't!" I watched a singular tear roll down her cheek, "I was just being friendly! We were just casual! A casual friendship! Nothing more! I can reassure you that!"

"Brooklyn, don't do this to me—"

"I'm not your girlfriend. I never will be." I could see and feel her gritting her teeth.

"Why? Because, you're fucking Max Hastings? Huh! Is that wh—" That's when I felt her slap my cheek, I placed my hand onto my cheek to feel where she had slapped.

"I'm not sleeping with Max!"

"Bullshit!"

"I'm not! Look, it's not my fault I'm not like you!"

"What is that even supposed to mean—"

"It means I don't have to act like I like men! I actually do! Unlike a certain someone."