#Ontobbtm
*Don't waste precious tears on me, I'm not worth the misery
I'm better off when I'm alone."
Delani's P.O.V
"What's her name again?" I ask Abel.
"Bella. Bella Hadid."
"Hm."
"Are you okay?" He asks putting his hand on my thigh.
"I'm, fine."
"You seem, mad."
"Mad about what?"
He shrugs, "I don't know, I'm asking you."
I smile, "I'm not mad." I peck his lips.
I'm not mad, I'm just slightly aggravated that some chick I don't know has to stay with Abel. I trust Abel, of course. All 5000%.
I just don't trust females around him, especially if they're going to be staying with Abel. In his house for god knows how long.
I mean why is she even staying, with him in the first place. They have hotels you know.
But maybe she can't afford a hotel.
Ugh.
All of a sudden, I see someone knock on Abels side of the door.
Abel huffs and rolls down the Windows. "What?"
"Are you going to help me with my luggage or..... oh who is this?" She says with a slight rude tone as she looks at me.
"This is my girlfriend Lani."
Lani?
I smile and wave at her.
"She looks kind of young." She says to Abel.
Rude.
"Are you going to help me with my luggage or am I going to have to be the man and do it?"
"You can do it, I believe in you."
"Abe," she whines.
Abe?
"Abel, just help her." I roll my eyes at his laziness.
He looks at me and pours, but gets out the car and put her bags in the trunk.
Bella doesn't get in the car, she just stands by the door.
What is she waiting for, someone to open it for her?
Abel closes the trunk, and gets back in the car.
"What the hell, are you waiting for?" He asks.
"For you to open the door for me," She says simply.
What?
"Bi--" Abel stops himself and breathes, "I am not opening the door for you, I'm not your damn chauffeur. You have two hands open it yourself."
I smile to myself.
"Wow, thanks Abe. I appreciate it." She scoffs and opens the door herself and gets in.
Who waits for someone to open the door for them? I mean I can understand if it's your boyfriend or whatever, but really.
Once she gets in, Abel starts to drive.
"So, Abels girlfriend. How old are you?"
"My name is Lani," I tell while I roll my eyes. "And I'm sixteen."
"Sixteen?" She says loudly. "Abe, that is some serious pedophile shit, Right there."
I scoff, "And, how old are you? You don't seem much older then I am."
