Addicted to you~ S.Kalogeras🌷

or what?~⭐

(Spencer pov)

October 5,2024

It's been two days since everything's happened in her room, and both of us have been caught up in our own worlds-Sunday filming for her and her sister's channel, and me hanging out with Diego, who insists that "I need to get out of the house." Honestly, it's ridiculous; I'm outside almost every day. At this point, I think it was just an excuse for him to spend time with me.

"I know you don't have any friends at college," I teased. "If you wanted to hang out with me, you could have just said so."

Diego shoved me playfully. "I wouldn't hang out with you even if you were the last person on Earth. You're insufferable to be around."

We ambled through the mall, the atmosphere buzzing with teenage chatter and the latest pop music spilling from every corner. Just another day of aimlessly shopping.

"First of all, what are you doing now, retard?" I shot back, glancing at the rack of clothes he was scrutinizing. "And second, you're the one who's insufferable right now."

"All you do is talk about Ariana from your chemistry class, thinking you have a chance because she asked you-of all people- to be her partner. Like, delusional much?" I teased .

"Oh, you wanna talk about delusional?" He flashed me a smug look.

I knew exactly where this was headed.

"Let's talk about you liking the same girl since middle school."

"Let's talk about you getting rejected by the SAME girl for six years" he fired back.

"Let's talk about you having this bad-girl persona, but as soon as you see Sunday, you're like a scared little puppy."

And just like that, he silenced me.

Was I silent or was I silenced.

"Ouch," I said, clutching my chest dramatically. "Sunday likes me too; she's just taking forever to realize that."

"Delusional much?" Diego grinned, using my own words against me.

"Okay, you know what? Let's take this outside. There's no way you're gonna humble me AND steal my quote all in the same day," I joked, squaring up as if ready for a fight.

Diego said something, but everything blurred when I caught a glimpse of our dad with another woman. They were kissing in public-completely unashamed, not even trying to hide it.

"Spence?" I heard Diego call, breaking my focus. "What are you looking at?" He turned to see what had me so transfixed.

"Oh," he muttered, the weight of it all crashing down. Before he could say another word, I turned on my heel, storming out of the store in desperate need of fresh air-some sort of escape from what I had just witnessed.

But as I stepped outside, the cool air greeted me like an old friend. That's when I bumped into someone, hard.

"Yo Watch where you're going, bitch" came the sharp retort from a guy who looked like he just stepped off a magazine cover.

"Or what?" I shot back, my voice low but challenging, standing firm, chest puffed out as I faced him. The anger boiled inside me like a pot about to overflow.

He took a step closer, pushing me lightly. I shoved him right back, my heart pounding in my chest. Instinct took over, and before I knew it, his fist connected with my face. The pain radiated through me, anger flaring like wildfire.

With adrenaline coursing through my veins, I retaliated, fists flying. I threw punch after punch, closing the distance and unleashing all the pent-up frustration-the anger at my dad, at everything-and he went down hard, leaving him sprawled on the pavement.

I kept swinging, not registering the world around me, until I heard Diego's voice cutting through the haze, rushing to pull me back from the guy, whose face was now smeared in defeat.

"What the hell happened?" Diego asked, glancing between me and the guy on the ground as we retreated a few steps.

But I said nothing, staring out into the street, the chaos of the mall dimming behind me.

Once we were in the car, silence hung between us like an old, unwanted acquaintance. Diego's side-eye glanced my way, waiting for an answer that I had no intention of giving.

On the way home, Diego broke the quiet. "Dude, what the hell?"

I was still silent, my face throbbing, unable to think about anything other than the way everything just fell apart.

When we finally arrived, I slammed the car door shut, my heart still racing. The action felt right, an outlet for all my suppressed emotions, and it reverberated in the silence of the night.

As I reached the front door, I spotted Sunday outside. She came rushing over, concern etched across her features. "Hey, I was worried about you; I was just about to-"

Before she could finish, her gaze snagged on my face, noticing the burgeoning black eye. She halted mid-sentence, worry pouring from her suddenly wide eyes. "Spencer, are you okay?"

"Yeah, just took a small tumble," I replied, sarcasm dripping from my voice.

"Let me see," she said softly, reaching out to touch my face. I instinctively stepped back, evading her touch.

"Really, I'm fine," I replied coldly, keeping my eyes fixed on the ground.

"Spence, don't do that. Just talk to me." Her voice was gentle yet insistent.

I opened the door, gesturing for her to come in while trying to re-establish some distance. Diego took the opportunity to retreat upstairs, giving us a moment.

"So, what happened?" she asked, her expression shifting from worry to soft resolve.

"I got into a fight." The words slipped out simply.

"Why?"

"Because I felt like it, Sunday," I snapped, plopping down on the couch, exhaustion creeping in despite the adrenaline.

She fell quiet, surprise written across her face-maybe even sadness. But that didn't stop her. She slid into the kitchen to find something to clean me up, her concern palpable.

Feeling an unexpected surge of guilt, I suddenly found myself apologizing. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you. I'm just not in a good mood right now."

Sunday turned towards me, eyebrows knitting together as she approached, her hands resting gently on my lower back. She leaned in and kissed my cheek, her fingers moving to tuck an errant strand of hair behind my ear. "It's okay. I know. Just tell me what happened."

And for the first time in my life I wanted to tell someone how I felt.

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💀. #I'm having writers block already
Diego humbling Spencer😭