Bets, Beds and Treads ۶ৎ

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𝗜 𝗔𝗠 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 in school.

Mom and dad flew in on Thursday, and Dad worked things out with Voss and my suspension's lifted, yea, just like that.

Although, I can't help but think about how everything seems to be falling apart, but at the same time, it's all so damn predictable.

Mom and Dad's been drowning me in their lectures ever since they showed up. "Grow up, Reina." "Stop acting like a child, Reina." "We can't keep flying across the world for your petty fights, Reina." Reina this, Reina that. Every sentence drips with disappointment, yet all I hear is their hypocrisy.

The fact that they're leaving today only adds to it. Their three-day emergency leave was just enough to drop their "parental wisdom" on me, throw in a punishment, and then bail. And what's the point of grounding me if they won't even be around to enforce it? Who's gonna be doing it?

Mary?

It's so ridiculous that it's almost laughable. Almost. I can't decide if I want to burst out laughing or dissolve into tears.

On top of all that, there's Reign too. He's been ignoring my calls, avoiding me like the plague, and today marks the end of the deal I made with him - one I've been completely busting. I've been suffocated these past few days, so I'm thinking it's time to do something with it. With him.

Reign is different. Being with feels like a breath of fresh air. He doesn't let me get away with anything, and no one else shuts me down like he does and somehow, that's exactly what I find exciting.

I love the way he reacts to me, how the smallest things I do sets him off, how quickly he gets pissed, yet somehow, no matter how hard he tries, he always ends up caring.

I just can't get enough of him.

I stare at the barrage of texts I sent him, every one of them ignored. Every single one.

"Ugh," I mutter, throwing my phone onto the bed with a force that sends it bouncing. The frustration inside me simmers hotter, turning into a restless yearning. I wasn't going to just sit here and wait for him to decide when he'd grace me with a response. I wasn't done yet. Not by a long shot.

This can't be how it ends. I won't let it.

. . .

Night had already settled in and my parents left long ago, so guess where I am? In front of Reign's house.

He was refusing to have any contact with me, so I obviously had to take matters into my own hands. I'm not sure when I got so damn desperate, but here I am.

Is this considered stalking? I hope it's not.

I rang the bell, the sound echoing in the still air, and without missing a beat, the door swung open.

It was Grace. I couldn't help but pray that she was clueless about the fight. I think she is, because she practically lit up when she saw me.

"Reina, dear! How are you?" she beamed at me, the kind of warmth that could easily convince anyone she was the literal sun in human form.

"Hey, Grace. I'm fine. How about you?" I replied, matching her smile, though mine felt like it was starting to stretch a little thin from the all the pent-up frustration I had.