Angel's Secret ✔️

[THIRTY-FIVE]

•AVIANA•

Novian comforted me in the guest room as I laid there on the bed, thinking if I did the wrong thing about telling Angel that I didn't want to see him. But then I remembered he let another girl touch him in ways I barely had the courage to.

"I win," I grinned at him.  He looked down at the tick-tac-toe before groaning.  So far I was deflating his oversized ego at this game like I'd always done.

"Always great to know that you can beat my ass tic-tac-toe," he got up from the bed and stared at me.  I pretended to look sorry. 

"Sorry I'm too good for you."

He only scoffed playfully before turning around to leave.  I laughed.

"Night, Via," he whispered before shutting the door. 

"Night," I whispered back.

I took the tic-tac-toe board that we created awhile back and put it on the table.  It had been three hours since my argument with Angel.  I checked outside to see that he was gone, so I figured he needed some air. 

Aislin apologized to me saying that it was her fault since she gave Baylee the okay to come over even though it wasn't her call.  I was fine with that, but not with the rest which had a lot to do with Angel.  My parents weren't so pleased with the ruckus, but they could tell I didn't need their lecture, so they just took themselves to bed. 

Thank god.

I stayed up in the guest room coloring, drawing, doing anything to keep myself busy and awake.  I was ready to have a civilized talk with Angel when he came back.  If he came back and it seemed like he wasn't coming.  So I thought maybe he would come later.  With that thought, I went to sleep. 

Thunder exploded obtrusively causing me to jump up.  I had slept in my clothes and on top of my drawings.  I stared at the angel wings I had drawn earlier and the halo on top reminding me of my angel. 

I soundlessly crept downstairs trying not to wake anybody up.  But downstairs was just as vacant as upstairs.  No sign of someone coming in late or anything.  My heart sunk when I realized that he didn't come back.

I was supposed to be mad, but I missed him.  I don't know, I figured he'd come back in the night and snuggle with me in bed like they always do in the books.  But then Angel wasn't a fictional character.  And our life wasn't a book.

I sighed, resting my hand on the counter.  I looked out the window right in time to see lightening strike again and illuminate the view in front of me.  Sitting on the porch was a figure.  I frowned and opened the door. 

Angel sat on the porch with his hood off, his blonde hair getting soaked by the merciless rain, and a bottle of what looked to be bourbon in his hand.  He turned around to look at me and then back to the city. 

I walked forward and took a seat next to him, the rain already soaking my clothes too. 

"What're you doing out here?  You could've gotten sick," I began softly. 

"You didn't want to see me."

I sighed. "That was earlier.  When it was dry and not pouring rain." 

He turned to me and it looked like he was crying.  But that was just the rain sneaking down his face.  I softly caressed his cheek before pulling him tightly into my embrace.

I could tell he was drunk.  Sober Angel would've never sat in the rain and let it soak him.  He just wouldn't. 

I knew Angel.