I thank yoandri for the ride and walk toward the door. I take a deep breathe and wait for what's about to come.
he is going to scream at me. Scream till his lungs burst out and I'm not sure if I'm ready for that.
I open the door and close it behind me. I walk toward the living room and there he is sitting on the couch.
he is lay down on the couch, his remote in his hand, scanning through channels.
"hey," I say.
he quickly turns around and looks at me then turns back to the tv.
okay...
"um... um- I- I'm going upstairs," I say. I honestly don't know what to say. I thought he was going to scream at me, saying how I'm not allowed to be out all night. Saying that I'm grounded till I'm 80 years old.
"where were you all night?" he finally says, once I was about to leave. he doesn't look at me.
"I- I was with Ariel," I lie.
"Hmm, all night?"
"Yeah, I slept over at her house," I lie, once again.
"You didn't bring any other clothes?" he finally looks at me."
"She, um, she let me borrow some of hers," gosh, how long can I keep up with all these lies. it's just one lie after another.
"hmmm," is all he says.
this was not what I was expecting at all.
"if you want to eat, there is some food in the kitchen," he says, turning back to the tv.
"thanks..." I say, and go upstairs.
why was he being so calm? it's so unlike him. I'm actually glad he didn't come screaming and yelling in my face. I honestly don't have the strength to argue with him and come up with any lie that comes into my mind.
I lie in my bed. My head hurts so bad. I can't even remember half of what happened last night.
"nice underwear,"
I remember his voice in my head. I hope nothing happened between us last night. For all I know, he could have took advantage of me. But I know he wouldn't do that. Do I? I don't even know him that well. He could be a serial killer for all I know.
You're over thinking this.
He is just a guy I met a few days, or even weeks, ago. Damn, I think I still have alcohol in my system.
When do I have to stop pretending to be his. Keeping this secret from Joel is killing me. I've always been honest with him. Maybe I should tell him. He would kill yoandri if I even told him I slept with him.
I push those thoughts out of mind and go downstairs to drink water.
My head is pounding. It feels like I've been hit in the guts.
Minutes later, I hear the door bell ring. Joel runs to get it, since I don't have the energy to.
"Molly! it's Ariel!" he calls.
"I'm in the kitchen!" I call back.
"heyy," Ariel says once she comes in. She is wearing a bright red dress that goes down to her knees. She has he hair down like always.
"hi," I say.
"You alright? what happened to you last night, I was-"
"shhhhhh," I say putting one finger up. Last thing that can happen, is Joel over hearing us.
"sorry," she whispers, "I was looking for you last night, what happened?"
"I don't know. I passed out. All I know is that I woke up in Yoandri's bedroom," I say taking a sip of my water.
"woah, in Yoandri's bedroom? Y'all didn't fuck did you?"
"shhhh," I say once more, "no what the fuck. no none of that happened,"
"Oh." she shrugs.
I nod and look out the window near the sink.
I wonder what would have happened if me and Yoandri didn't meet. I wouldn't have been in this mess. I wouldn't have to be lying to Joel about everyone. I wouldn't have ended up in his bedroom. I wouldn't have broken his parents vase and work for it.
work...
oh fuck, I have to work tomorrow.
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After explaining about everything that has happened last night, blah blah blah. We talked about the dance and how Ariel is thrilled to be with Joshua.
Then she left, and I spend my day watching Netflix. It finally 10:30 pm.
I turn off my tv and snuggled under my blanket.
I'm actually not complaining about having to work tomorrow. I'm actually happy. Happy that I would be able to see him again...
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Get ready for Yoandri's POV for the next chapter (;
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Fanfiction--- it was suppose to be "fake love" but i'm not so sure anymore.
