no deal | g.d (book 2)

chapter sixteen

song for chapter: fragile- kygo & labrinth

|monday|
malia's pov

my fingers clicked on each letter on the keyboard, spelling out 'convinced' to finish my sentence.

the sound of the door creaked open, which i suppose was daniela peeking in to check if i'm asleep.

i avoid turning my head towards her.

my phone rang loudly, meaning i forgot to turn it on mute.

i reached to my side to grab my phone and check the message.

11:38p.m
mom: are you asleep?

11:39p.m
me: no i have to finish something

11:41p.m
mom: can you meet me up for breakfast tomorrow morning?

11:43p.m
me: i'm sorry. i can't

11:45p.m
mom: oh ok that's fine i understand.

i feel bad to not hang out with my mom.

i haven't seen her in a while and she fucking lives thirty minutes away.
it's better than in a whole other state.

but it's not my fault, i just don't have time anymore.

"so you and grayson are not friends anymore?" her voice echoed through the room, scaring me at her sudden speaking.

i rubbed my lips together, shaking my head, "no we're not."

"oh," she said quietly before getting in her bed.

why is she taking everything about issac so seriously?

taking this situation to the next level for unnecessary reasons.

i mean, if she has a reason, she's always been really good at hiding it.

i just can't seem to understand.

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|wednesday|

my foot tapped my on the ground as i waited for my instagram feed to load so i could scroll through them.

while keeping my eyes on the phone, watching a video, i pulled my drink closer to me; finding the straw.

my tongue started to swing around in circles, trying to get in contact with the straw.

"fucking god," i mumbled while giving up, looking away from my phone to find the straw.

"watch your profanity," some said while standing besides me.

i turn my head to see ethan with a smirk on his face.

"fuck, i'm sorry," i joked around while my lips formed into a smile.

he sat down in front of me, not breaking eye contact.
"tell me how's everything going," he wanted me to talk.

i shrugged, "not good if i'm being honest."