arliah's pov
"i wouldn't care if you said you missed him." brielle says, sitting criss cross on my bed.
"i don't bri." i say
"yes you do. i heard you crying the other night." she says
"that wasn't why." i say. in all reality it was.
"arli. it hurts me to see you hurt. you love him. just admit it." she says. i just look at her
"i don't love him." i mumble.
"yea and i have an ass." she says sarcastically. i laugh
"it's obvious you do. that night when you guys got in an argument, you were upset. not because you were mad but because you were jealous. you don't like seeing him with other girls." she says
"yea but not everything revolves around him. i love you too and maybe this is good for all of us. i can just focus on you and not you and him." i say
"i don't want you to focus on me though. cuz i'm leaving back to LA tomorrow and your gonna be stressed about everything. i just want you to not be stressed." she says
"i'm not bri. i promise." i say. she just looks at me. there's a not on the door.
"come in." bri says. i look at the door as ethan pushes it open.
"someone's here." he says. bri nods. he walks out closing the door and i look at her
"so help me god brielle if it's-"
"you guys need to talk. i'm your girlfriend. i'm helping you." she says. i roll my eyes and sigh. she gets off the bed and pulls me off. i grab my phone. with my hand in hers, she leads the way out of my room and downstairs.
"i'll leave you two. ethan come on." bri says. she kisses my cheek then grabs ethan's hand and they walk back upstairs
"why are you here?" i ask softly, looking at diego
"i was told we need to talk." he says. great so he's clueless too. and stubborn. he won't apologize for what he's done. he's too prideful.
"and quiet frankly, we do." he says
"no we don't. we never dated. never even talked about dating. and you sure as hell don't seem like you wanna date." i say
"i've never said that arli." he says
"actions speak louder then words." i say with an eye roll. looking closer at his face, i can tell he took a xan.
"you gotta be kidding me diego." i say throwing my arms up and letting them fall to my side.
"what is it now?" he asks
"you took a fucking xan?" i whisper yell.
"yea so what? you didn't expect that?" he asks
"what do you mean?" i ask
"arli. every time we've fought, i've resorted to xan's. you calm my fucking anxiety." he says back. i just look at him
"why do you take them?" i ask, now upset.
"because i know i fucked up. then i get stressed. then my anxiety comes back. and then i result to xans. because i can't go and talk to you." he says.
"then you think before you do." i say
"i'm fucked up half of the time i even fuck with red." he says
"and the other half of the time you know exactly what your doing. diego, i care about you and your health but at the same time, your doing this shit to yourself. reddish isn't jumping in your body and making you fuck her. you know what your doing. and that's what hurts the most." i say.
"that's not my intention arli." he says
"what's not your intention? to fuck her or to hurt me?" i ask, my sadness is now anger
"to hurt you." he says.
"sure seems like it." i say.
"ok and how do you think i feel when all of my friends or all these randoms flirt with you? comment on your shit. stuff like that. you don't think i feel hurt?" he asks
"i don't fuck them side ways after the fact." i say. he stays quiet, knowing i'm proving a point.
"it feels that if reddish were to just text you to come over and fuck her, you would. it's like she has you wrapped around her finger. same shit for tana. your texting her all the time too." i say
"i'll drop reddish, arli. same with tana." he says
"just like you dropped xan's right?" i ask. he rolls his eyes.
"why can't you just say ok and move on?" he asks
"because if i just say ok, you'll do it again and again and again." i say. he stays quiet.
"you can't even say i'm wrong." i say softly
"i cant." he says truthfully. i guess i can give him credit for that. he's acknowledged that he's a fuckboy basically.
"thanks for admitting that." i say with a sigh.
"one more thing." he says. i give him a look and he smiles
"you look really hot." he says. i look down at what i'm wearing. velvet shorts and a crop top. i roll my eyes looking back up at him.
"can we just smoke or something?" i ask. he laughs, taking his mcm bag off his back, reaching in the smaller pocket and grabbing a preroll. i smile and walk to the living room and grab the lighter that's on the coffee table. i toss it to him and he laughs, catching it. then puts the blunt between his lips and lits it, exhaling the smoke. man how i missed days like this.