Eva's POV
Nothing's on. I decided to turn the tv off. Lights are off. Phone is off. I'm lying flat on my back and my heart just hurts.
He's been texting me non stop since our argument. He didn't lay a hand on me we just yelled until we were light headed. All because of Snapchat.
Now obviously Snapchat didn't do anything but there's this girl Veronica and I despise her with every functioning bone in my body.
She's Loud, ignorant, confrontational and just a pain to everyone. Back in the day we were pretty good friends but that's before high school. We were friends before the only thing that mattered was how many classes you skipped and how many people you messed around with. Before the while school called her hopper because she would just hop from one man to the other.
Yeah, before all that we were close. Sleepover close. I'm not like her at all, opposites attract I guess.
He knows I would like him to keep some distance away from her. God knows I would have do the same if the tables were turned.
Eva calm down. Just turn on your phone and see what happens.
Taking my phone up off of the table beside me I slowly press the power button. God, I can feel my heartbeat in my throat, situations like these are never good for me and my anxiety.
When it turns on you would've thought that bees have infested my phone. Every single buzz and vibration sends a cold sweat to my face.
6 new messages from: My booo😍
-Listen, if you wanna talk about this then we can talk but you can't just ignore me and act passive about this. (12:34)
- C'mon really, you're gonna act like this? I don't even like the bitch! Bae she looks like a rat! ( 12:55)
- Eva. you're really testing me right now! Why can't you trust me!? You're always such a pushover it's not my fault that I think everything is okay and then suddenly you just swerve on me???? (1:10)
- That's it be like this then. ( 1:45)
- babe... (2:00)
Shit man! I can already feel my tears swelling up.
"Eva! I know you're here! I'm not mad I just wanna talk."
What the hell? How'd he even get in my house in the first place? Luckily he wasn't discrete about his entrance banging on the door just a couple seconds earlier.
"Babe I just wanna be alone right now." I yelled so he could hear.
Suddenly he was coming up the stairs in a rush. I know he likes to resolve things face to face but we've never had this heavy of an argument. I just wanna be alone.
All but seconds later he was standing I front of me in a pant.
"Babe, I promise you...nothing happened." He pleaded.
"How do I know that Jason? You've told me lies before. Many times."
"White lies! Like 'yeah I only had about one beer'. I've never lied to you about who I've been with. I've always told you the same number with the same people and I'm not adding that bitch to the list." He said with his arms flailing everywhere.
"Yeah but she's a liar. She's liked you since like eighth grade. She's probably telling everyone that you put the moves on her or something."
"Eva. If that ever happens I will swear up and down that I didn't touch or that I ever want to."
Jason came closer to me and placed a kiss on my forehead. This boy can romance his way out of anything.
"See I told you if we would just talk abut stuff like this, things would be resolved quick. People like Vanessa break bonds that have been together for years. People like her are scumbags you hear me?"
"Yes babe. I get it."
Jason and I have been together since 11 grade, of course I was a bit younger because I skipped a grade. I was the nerd and he was the quarterback, typical cliché teenage girls dream. Of course my school had to treat everyone who took a sport like a freaking celeb so when we started dating people were like "who's she?" And thought we wouldn't last a week. His friends tried to get between us...er... me.. and girls tried to Get on top of him. It was crazy and I'm glad people don't really care anymore. Glad we're still going strong.
A couple minutes passed and there was a little less tension now. That gave way for Jason to swiftly come up from behind and hug me. He always jokingly squeezes my tiny waist till I can't breath. Never has there been a day where I felt unsafe in his arms. Whenever I get the chance I caress his muscular shoulders down to his anger management bracelet.
"Babe can you pass me my phone?" I ask.
Still in the same position I unlock my phone and see a couple unread emails. This new one is from somewhere that I don't recognize.
"I welcome you to the 2020 freshman class of Colombia university. My name is Stacey your RA. As you may know orientation week starts September 10th then classes the following week...get your books....be prepared." Yada yada yada.
"I still can't believe your going to college all the way in New York City. Why you gotta leave me here in Seattle."
"You're a smart kid, you could've came with me but I guess it's your dream to be working along side your father at his tire shop." I said sarcastically.
"It's not...anyway did you finish packing?"
"Almost."
Breaking free of his grasp I climb over my bed getting my suitcase.
"I think your gonna need more than that for four years."
"This isn't the only thing babe, I got boxes packed, my little Items packed and a moving truck." I said grabbing some folded clothes and placing them in my suitcase.
"It's starts the 10th right and September just started? You should've called your parents to set up a moving day."
"They're gonna be busy that week but they texted me and said we'll face time from my dorm." I said looking down at my feet. It's gonna look weird for me to have a moving truck and not my parents wishing me good luck. They had put a few thousand in my bank account just in case, it's just something I'm used to.
"Babe they're proud of you. Come here lets go downstairs and watch some tv. " Jason said walking out my room.
"I'll be there in a sec I just, have to do something."
I motioned for him to go down without me and he did. I was left in a barren room. Torn down band posters and family/ friends photos. I'm gonna have to buy more posters. I've gotta get myself together because I'll basically be moving across the country in nine days. With new people. New experiences. I love my city and love what's it's done for me but, as much I hate to admit it I've been the same way since I was about twelve. I hope the days still turn into night and my love for music never dies. I hope my ñaque for making the best ramen never fades and my drawing skills stay as mediocre as they've been for a while.
As much as I want things to stay the same they won't. They can't.
