Addicted to you~ S.Kalogeras🌷

You. It's always you and it's suffocating me~⭐

Sunday's POV

October 9, 2024

Lying in bed, I stared up at the ceiling, feeling the familiar weight of confusion pressing down on me like a heavy blanket. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, illuminating the messy array of clothes scattered on the floor, but I couldn't care less about that right now. Instead, my thoughts drifted to the girl Spencer had been hanging out with yesterday-some influencer she's been apparently "dying" to meet . I felt the knot in my stomach tighten all over again.

I hated that every time I thought of Spencer now, my heart would race and my stomach would flutter in a way that felt utterly, irrevocably wrong.

"I should be happy for her," I murmured to myself, turning onto my side. "She deserves to have fun." But instead of feeling supportive, all I could think about was the flash of jealousy that had pierced through me when I saw them together in her latest Instagram post, they look like they're having the time of their lives. A part of me had twisted painfully at the thought of Spencer sharing herself with anyone but me, her warmth directed away from me.

I rolled back onto my back, running a hand over my face in frustration. Why did it matter so much? Why did thoughts of Spencer and that girl stir such a chaotic mix of emotions within me? She was my best friend, and I cared for her deeply-why couldn't I just be happy for her? Simple truths were becoming tangled and messy, and I was left feeling lost.

"Hey, Sunday" Eli's voice broke through the cocoon of my thoughts as she barged into my room, followed closely by Demitra. "Mind if we join?"

I smiled weakly, knowing I couldn't keep closing myself off from everyone around me. "Sure, come on in," I replied, sitting up and putting on a brave face.

Demitra plopped down onto my bed, her curls bouncing playfully as she flung herself back. "You've been awfully quiet lately. What's up with you?"

I shrugged, the effort feeling more exhausting than it should. "Just thinking, I guess."

"About Spencer?" Eli asked, her voice teasing but with a hint of seriousness. A quick look exchanged between the two of them let me know that they had both noticed how much my demeanor fluctuated whenever Spencer was mentioned.

I rolled my eyes, trying to ignore the heat creeping to my cheeks. "What do you mean? It's not like that."

"Really?" Demitra pressed, her voice rising slightly. "Then why do you get all pouty when she hangs out with other girls? You know, like when she was with that influencer yesterday?"

I winced at the memory. I couldn't help the jealousy that bubbled within me at the thought of Spencer doing the same things she does with me with someone else. "I just... I worry about her sometimes." It was a half-truth, a shield I could hide behind.

"Worry about her?" Eli repeated, her voice dripping with disbelief. "Sunday, you look like a kicked puppy every time she's not around. Just admit it already-you're into her."

"Stop" I squeaked, the sharpness in my tone surprising even myself. "I'm not into Spencer. She's just my best friend"

"But you're also the only one who seems utterly oblivious about it," Demitra added with a pointed look.

My heart thumped against my ribcage as if begging me to acknowledge the truth glaring back at me. "Okay, maybe I like her... as a friend," I managed to say, but a part of me clenched tight at the idea. If I let that door open even a crack, I feared I would tumble headfirst into a place I didn't want to go.

"Sunday," Demitra nudged softly, an understanding glint in her eye. "What do you feel when you see her with someone else?"

I hesitated, grappling with the words that seemed foreign on my tongue but dangerously familiar in my heart. "I feel... I don't know... upset? Envious? Like I'm losing something," I admitted.