Obsessed (I Got Drunk and Married an Arrogant Rockstar?)

I Got Drunk and Married an Arrogant Rockstar? You've Got to be Kidding Me! [16]

I Got Drunk And Married An Arrogant Rockstar? You've Got To Be Kidding Me! [16]

.:Previously...

"Elena." She paused, choosing the right words. "I can either be your best friend, or you worst enemy. It looks like the best friend option is going downhill."

"So that's it? You're just going to be my enemy? Nice, Abby. I got to give it to you, you're more of a bitch than I expected."

"Enemies it is."

"Guys," Megan said. "Why would you do that? We've been best friends for such a long time. Why throw it away?"

"I'm sorry, Megan," I said. "I can't live with her anymore. Not if she's going to act like that."

"I don't care. You guys are horrible. You're not true friends, face it. You never were. I'm definitely not going to be the glue in this situation. Be the glue yourself. Either repair this broken spot or don't."

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Chapter 16...

"I should just leave," I said as I eyed Abby. She was glaring at the wall.

"Hell, no. Work this out or I'll kill both of you," Megan joked. I realized that Megan never used to swear a lot until now.

"I agree that she should leave," as Abby said it I narrowed my eyes at her.

"No, that's not how it's going to work. You both stay here," Megan sighed.

"I'll leave," Abby offered. I could see where she's coming from though. It hasn't been much fun here.

"Be my guest," I grumbled.

"Fine," Megan gave in, "both of you should leave now. Go. Get out of here."

"Wow, some friends you guys are," I mumbled as I grabbed my bag and got up. I was little surprised that it would come from someone like Megan, but at least I get to go home.

And right now-ESPECIALLY right now-that sounded really appealing.

Abby was getting her stuff too, and she had a melancholy expression on her face. I rolled my eyes and started to leave. Megan stopped me momentarily.

"Elena," she spoke calmly, "I'm sorr-"

I raised my hand to stop her and interrupted her. "Don't talk, please."

Abby got up, so I turned to leave immediately. I kept repeating to myself that I didn't need them. Sure, Megan could kick me out if she wanted to, but still really rude.

"Karma will get you!" Abby shouted. I heard her from behind me.

"Likewise for you too," Annoyance was clear in Megan's voice.

"Same goes for you, Elena."

Abby's words still reverberated in my ears as I walked out the door and stepped out into the muggy night air. I started walking home instead of taking a taxi, but a group of guys that loomed overhead looked suspicious, so I tried calling a taxi. It took a few minutes before one actually listened and halted for me.

When I arrived in Los Angeles, I was the one awake-it seemed-in the apartment complex. It was still in the early hours of the morning, and I hadn't slept a minute yet. I didn't feel like walking over to the elevator. I just felt like plopping on the lounge couch and going to sleep.

Despite my languor, I trudged over to the elevator. Loneliness crept over my shoulder and everything seemed to agitate me as I walked down the hallways.

They're too narrow, the patterns are stupid, and they're boring. Ugh.

I inserted the key into the lock and opened the door to the apartment room. I closed it and double locked it. You know, for when something happens. You never know.

I threw my bag on the couch and walked into the bedroom. Now I was sleepy. I was already set to go to bed. I was once again agitated when I thought back to Abby and Megan.

Psh. Karma my ass.

And Jeez, I actually thought it would be nice to hangout with Megan and Abby. What a big mistake there.

I sighed as I plopped on the bed in the dark bedroom. The only audible sound in the room was my breathing. I didn't like being alone. I never did.

And eventually I fell asleep.

***

I woke up with the sun filtering through the windows.

I got up, fixed my hair, and changed clothes. I wasn't hungry; I had lost my appetite when I first woke up, so I went to sit out on the balcony. I loved balconies for some reason. They just seemed to calm me. Plus, I loved oceans and there was one right next to these apartments.

I stood near the railing, leaning on them with my elbows. There were only a few people out on the beach, and a few people were surfing on the waves. Today was perfect for surfing; the waves were coming down in perfect rolls. I sat down in a chair that was nearby and relaxed.

I must have fallen asleep for a long time because when I awoke the beach was filled with people and it was brighter than it was before. I looked at my cell phone and saw that it was 4:30. I pretty much just wasted most of my day, but I felt really refreshed and alert. I forgot the last time I felt like this. I even considered the fact that I never got a good night's sleep.

Right then and there, the doorbell rang. I was disoriented as I sat up and looked back at the door. Reluctantly, I got up and trudged towards the door. I was too groggy to remember to look through the peephole on the door. I just opened it and was surprised at what I saw.

Luke.

Erm...

"Hello," I said awkwardly.

"Hey. Did Alex leave yet?" he asked.

I felt sorry for him as soon as he said it. Alex didn't tell him about it yet.

"He left yesterday. Sorry...He didn't tell you?"

"No," he said with such odious condescension in his voice. I knew he didn't mean it towards me, he meant it towards his brother. "I thought they were leaving in a week. I need to talk to him now, but he's not picking up his phone. Figures he would just leave."

I pursed my lips as I thought of Alex.

"Ah, come in," I suggested.

He nodded and walked in.

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