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chapter 45

Mattia

My eyes flicker open to the unfamiliar ceiling-a soft shade of pink, matching the goddamn energy in this room.

Gigi's room. Damn.
What the hell am I doing here?

I roll my eyes, sitting up with a groan. My shirt's still on, my shoes lazily tossed to the floor.

At least there's that.

She wasn't here, thank God. Just an empty bed and her stupid floral comforter that looks like it came straight from a fairy tale.

Last night comes back in bits-her begging me to stay over, insisting on "protecting me" from whatever imaginary problem she'd made up.

Gigi's got enough drama to rival Netflix. I tried to say no, but Gigi is like quicksand.
Once you step in, you're stuck.

She wouldn't shut up about wanting to sleep next to me.

"Oh my God, Mattia, it's no big deal. We've literally done this before,"

she said, flipping her hair like we were in some cheesy rom-com.

"Yeah, no. Not happening," I shot back, turning to face the wall so she wouldn't see the look of pure exhaustion on my face. "I've got a girlfriend."

Her laugh was sharp, bitter, like I'd just slapped her. "So what? She's not here, Mattia."

"if you don't shut up right now, I'll go home and leave you here alone like a child."

She stared at me, speechless for a second, and I saw the frustration cloud her eyes.

"Okay, okay, don't be like this. We'll sleep in another bed, alright?"

"Good."

I stepped out of the room, pissed off already, but when I heard her, it hit a new level.

"Good morning, my love. One minute, and breakfast will be ready."

My love? That shit was enough to make me wanna throw up. I was done with her games.

I stormed over to where she was, fire in my chest. "Don't call me that," I spat, voice dripping with disgust. "I'm not your lover, Gigi.I just wanna go home. I don't wanna be here with you anymore, got it?"

I turned to walk toward the door, ready to end this whole twisted situation. But then,
I stopped. I looked back at her with a smirk that wasn't even close to friendly.

"Oh, right, I almost forgot," I said, voice cold as ice. "I blocked your number. And your accounts. Don't even think about calling me again, alright?"

Without waiting for a response, I kicked open the door and stepped out, leaving her.

I pulled up in front of my house, staring at my phone like an idiot. I'd texted Sophia what felt like a million times, but no reply. I threw out another message without really thinking:

Mattia: soph babe, I wanna see you

I sent it and sat there for a second, wondering if I should just tell her I was at Gigi's place. But I didn't want to mess things up more. Honestly, I wasn't even sure how to explain all the shit that went down there.

I sent a few more texts, but still... nothing.

All I got was the little delivered notification with no response.

Why wasn't she answering?

I shoved my phone in my pocket as I unlocked the door, hoping to escape this weird funk I was in.