My Twisted Bad Boy #Wattys2016

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Alexithymia

(n.) Difficulty describing feelings to other people

It was a gloomy Sunday morning. The streets were close to empty and it was slowly starting to drizzle. I stepped out of my mom's car, locked it and pulled the hood of my jacket over my head and walked into the big mall.

 It's currently eleven a.m and I'm on my way to meet Nisha to get everything between us sorted out, because I really don't wanna loose her as a friend. 

I pushed the mall door open and stuffed my hands in my pockets as I walked towards the closest Subway I asked to meet with her and to my surprise, she wasn't there yet. She's always on time for everything. 

I ordered a sandwich and a cup of coffee to wake me up more. It was a late night with Elliot last night. 

I went on my phone and saw all the posts my family tagged me in on Facebook from the wedding yesterday. There were also pictures of Cole and I, I hope that he's okay with his pictures online like that. I shared the post of Kathrine, since it was the cutest and had the most pictures. 

A few minutes later I looked up saw Nisha walking into the Subway wearing sweats, a "I Love New York" hoodie and sneakers. Very unlike Nisha honestly. 

She saw me emotionless and ordered her sandwich. It took her about five minutes until she arrived at the table I was sitting at. We starred at each other for a while before Nisha started to speak. 

"I'm here, explain." Rude much? I rolled my eyes and placed my coffee cup back on the table. 

"What do you wanna know exactly?" I asked trying to stall the conversation I'm dreading on having. "Those fucking secrets you and Elliot seemed to not wanna share with me for some reason." Nisha said looking at me with a cold look on her face.

I looked around me and we were sat in the back and there was barely anyone in the store, thank god for that. 

"Okay, um.. Okay." I said sitting straight up. "You know Cole?" I asked and she nodded with squinting eyes. "Well um a few weeks ago he broke into my house," I said and Nisha's eyebrow rose. "He what?" She slowly said.

"He broke into my house, but he didn't steal anything. Um, so he broke into my house and wanted me to stitch up this bleeding scar on his chest. But the whole situation was so weird. Like he called me before it all happened and said my name or something. It's starting to become vague. Like he knew my name before we met, which was weird." I said and she looked at me with suspicion on her face. 

"I stitched him up since he, um threatened me, with a knife. He left the white carpet covered in blood, leaving me to search on google how to remove blood stains from carpets at two a.m." Nisha still didn't look too impressed. 

"Um so, he and I have been bumping into each other for a while. After the accident, he followed me home from seven eleven and unfortunately met my mother. She wouldn't let him stay out late so he stayed over, in the guest room. Keep in mind that I didn't tell my mother about what happened." I said and Nisha looked at me processing it all.  "Continue...." I said and I nodded.

"He came into my room that night, in only his boxers and I was half naked too. But I wore that one crop top hoodie I love so much. And we had a moment, we kissed. The kiss wasn't all that honestly. It didn't last very long and his lips were ice cold and the kiss was too harsh." I said and Nisha nodded this time.

"So um, that day with the Orlando accident, when he was over at my house. I told him to stop texting and calling m-" 

"He texted and called you too?" Nisha asked and I nodded. Elliot and her mind think alike.