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"You think you're so tough hm?" He says, getting closer to me. Both of our eyes lustful, deep and glued to each other's.
"I am" I certify the one standing in front of me, our proximity making me nervous, but I'm refusing to show any signs of it...
"If I was brave and noble like you I'd have the nerve to just stop stringin' you along But I'm not half as decent as you"
scared of my guitar by Olivia Rodrigo
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"Yes Enola, I'm aware of my terrible situation alright!" I exasperate, running a hand through my face as I let the phone in speaker mode. The phone is laid on my bed as I walk through the room, trying to find my hockey stuff, like stick, skates, helmet and jersey.
"No! I actually don't think you understand! You're a piece of shit. You're like— like the bad part of humanity Rafael! That's how bad you are!" She exclaims, her voice cracking through the phone as she raises her voice.
Oof, Enola doesn't raise her voice. Not to me, at least. Um, well she used to, she just hasn't done that in a while. I guess I finally got in her actual nerves again.
Oh good old times.
"I don't even understand how could that go through your head!! Why am I even your friend? And you want to get her back? Are you joking—" I roll my eyes and take the speaker off the phone, but also don't bringing it to my ears. Sorry Enola, I'm a little tired of your scolding right now.
I continue to shuffle through the mess my room is found in, slightly hearing the muffled complains of my friend.
When I finally rearrange everything I walk towards the phone, she has turned off the call and send me a picture of her middle finger. I chuckle at it and call her again.
She doesn't pick up and I continue to try until she does so.
"Hey sweetheart" I say, starting the conversation again. She huffed, obviously annoyed. "You ignored me." Her reply is sharp and impacient. "Well, I wasn't hearing you, so not really" I say, throwing the duffle bag over my shoulder and keeping the phone in my ear.
"You're testing my limits, Rafe. I just got into midterms stress and me and Nick had a— argument, I just— my head feels stressed." She vents out, the revelation making me frown. Oh, I'm well aware of stressed Enola. Growing up with the girl makes you know these type of things. "If you want, there's a party today you could go to with me. You can stay at my house, I don't think the guys will be here, they usually aren't after a night out." I comment, grabbing my car keys and leaving out the door.
"Ehh, I don't know" She says, obviously conflicted. "C'mon Nelly, you gotta live a little. You used to be so much more fun than this." I say, entering my car. Enola needs to let her head free and wild. She's eighteen and dating somebody— not anymore, actually. Like I'm nineteen and wanting to date someone, it's different. "Fine."
"Now I'm serious, you better give Aurora your fucking car if you want her to forgive you. Literally cut off your dick and crave sorry into it." She suggests, making me chuckle at the absurdity. "Nah, I think she'd rather have my dick in use."
