no deal | g.d (book 2)

chapter twelve

song for chapter: no love- olivia o'brien

|friday|
malia's pov

i'm lying if i said i feel complete.

i truly don't.

yeah, i have my mother with me once in a while out of school.

yeah, i have my bestfriend by my side.

yeah, i have two guy best friends to always run to.

yeah, i'm doing good with school.

but the guilt inside me gets worse ever time i think of him.

the big feeling of guilt where i could never not feel it.

it's like attached to me, mentally.

"earth to malia," someone's voice called me while hearing a few finger snaps in between the sentence.

i snapped out of my thinking zone, putting my attention on daniela who was randomly standing in front of me.

"oh hi," i said with a confused expression since she wasn't naturally in the room before i zoned out.

"i called you, why didn't you pick up?" she asked while holding up her phone in the air.

my eyebrows furrowed as i grab my phone off the table.

- 5 missed call from daniela -

"oh. i'm sorry," i apologized for not picking up, having to make her come back to the dorm to check on me.

"what happened to you?" she asked while sitting down on the edge of the bed, worried for me.

a chuckle left my mouth, "nothing?" i said it more as a question; unsure.

"you zoned out deeply. i've never had to waste more than a minute snapping your ass back," she referred to how i would always zone out, but not that deep.

i shrugged, "i just think about stupid things. it's fine. no worries." i end the sentence with an assuring smile.

"well i was calling you to ask if you wanted to go to out for food," she explained to me why she called me.

i shook my head; not interested, "i'm not hungry."

"what the fuck? you're always hungry," her mouth dropped at my answer.

a small curve formed on my lips, "i guess not today."

"alright. i was checking on you to make sure you didn't get kidnapped. i'm going to go eat and i'll be back tonight," she said as if i was the little kid, practically her daughter.

i scoffed sarcastically, "okay mom."

her face scrunched together while slapping my shoulder, "shut up. i care for you too much."

i couldn't help but look down at her neck, where my necklace was shining brightly.

why does that necklace matter so much to me?