Starstruck

Chapter 27

Chapter 27 

-Ryan Fox- 

  "Bye," I said as I turned to send myself down the concrete path towards the parking lot. Nima stopped fumbling with his keys and pulled me back to the door.

  "You have to stay a little bit," He insisted. "I just somewhat foraged through your house. You can stay for a bit."

  "I've been in your house many times," I shrugged. I guess seeing Alyssa isn't at the top of my concern at the moment.

  "You're coming in," Nima insisted. "And you're going to apologize."

  "What?" I frowned at him. Apologize? 

  "You were making out with Abigail when you clearly like Alyssa. Alyssa is aware of the fact that you were making out with Abigail, and if you really like Alyssa, you don't hook up with your ex.  Oh, and for the fact that you sent this love letter to Abigail via voice mail." Nima shrugged. 

  "I sent a love voice mail to Abigail?" I chocked out. When did that happen?

  "Yeah, Matt told me," Nima shrugged. "So, make sure you suck up your fear of rejection and talk to her again."

  "You know, how do you all this stuff?" I asked, fully aware about how vague my question is. But out of all people, Nima would understand.

  "Psych minor," Nima shrugged. The key in his hand found the door and we walked inside to find Alyssa and some guy with slim jeans and glasses on the couch. I didn't let my jealously get in the way today. Nothing was even going on, they were just watching tv.

  "Hey, you guys are back," Alyssa grinned at us from the soft couch. The guy next to her stands up and gives Nima a hug. "That's Nolan: Nima's friend. He's not my boyfriend."

  "I didn't think he was," I shrugged coolly.

  "Really," She scoffed, lifting her brow at me. I can't blame her, after that thing with Jose, I really should be blaming myself. "Oh, before I forget, thank you so much for helping with Nima's birthday."

  I shook my head, "It's no big deal, really."

  "To him it is," She said as she gave me the most genuine smile I've ever seen. Her whole face lit up with gratefulness and suddenly I realized that apologizing is needed. Right here and right now.

  "Can we talk?" I ask, suddenly aware of the phrasing of my words. I couldn't help but sound pathetic. Around her, I'm everything but a famous artist. "Like talk in a room. Not the living room. Away from the living room preferably."

  She rolled her eyes, and they told me she was amused by my rambling. "Come on." She took my hand and pulled me towards her room. She slumped into a black office chair and motioned me to sit on the bed. "So?"

  "Did you sleep?"

  "Did you really call a private meeting to ask me if I took a nap?"

  "So, did you sleep?"

  "I did."

  "I'm sorry." She was just about to say something, but I cut her off before she could. "I'm sorry that I kissed Abigail and I'm sorry that I drunk called her and sent her weird love messages. I'm sorry for putting you on the spot and letting the paparazzi find out about you. And I'm sorry for being a piece of shit while you are pretty much on of the nicest people I've met. I hope you can look past all the shitty things I've done so far and forgive me." I held my gaze at her, wondering if she would say something. Knowing her, she would eventually.