AUGUST
I sit on the couch, flickering light from a lighter on and off. I try blocking out the noise of everyone around but I can't help but hear it.
"What has you so far gone?" Alex questions.
"Aww is your girlfriend stressing you out?" Melody sarcastically comments and I groan out loud.
"Girlfriend? Who's your girlfriend?" Doo raises his eyebrow in curiosity.
I despise Melody for opening up her mouth to say anything. Even though Catalina isn't anything remotely close to a partner of mines, I shouldn't even be talking to her. The only rule we had- that I took more personally was the one about never getting too close to anyone.
Which is why I told her we can't be friends. I don't want her in my business more than she already is.
"Catalina." Melody drags her name out slowly in a teasing manner and emphasizes an accent as she says it.
"Oh.....what does she look like?"
"Does it really matter?" I snap, beginning to grow frustrated with all that questions and allegations. "She's not my girlfriend, we're not even friends."
"It better not be that girl who came around here a couple of weeks ago." Doo warns me.
"It's not." I lie, not because I took his alert into consideration but simply for her protection.
The less they know about her the better.
"Oh trust me...it's not. That girl is well taken care of." Alex remarks with a slight chuckle.
"What is that supposed to mean?" I scoff.
Maybe my clear irritation as they talk about her is an obvious sign but I don't care. Even though it was her stupid ass decision to follow me, she doesn't deserve to be hurt in any kind of way for it. I'm sure what I do is the least of her concern now.
"I was just playing, but she can be."
"She can be what?"
"Does it matter?" He mocks my earlier words.
I stand from the couch feeling myself get more and more pissed off with every word they say.
"You don't even know anything about her." I point out. He wouldn't know the first place to look even if he did want to do something to her.
I notice the sly look on Melody's face and I grow suspicious. She- on the other hand knows exactly where Catalina goes to school and where she is after school as well.
"But if you somehow find out and you harm a hair on her head I have no other choice but to murder you- or beat you within an inch of your life." I explain light heartedly, because even though I'm serious about every word I feel like he's joking.
It's odd that I even care enough to feel this way, but's it's like ever since I helped her get out of harms way the day she was being followed I feel this confusing obligation to protect her.
From what? I don't know.
Maybe guilt will just eat me alive if anything happens to her because I'm the only person who's acknowledged her enough to be an ass towards her.
"That's doing a lot to say she's not even a friend of yours." I can't even stand the sound of Melody's voice right now honestly.
I don't think not wanting a person to get hurt is "doing a lot", but I don't argue beyond what I already have.
Instead, I just get up to leave.
"Remember what I said." I warn before I close the door. "You better not touch her."
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Insecure {AUGUST ALSINA}
General Fictionin·se·cure/ adjective (of a person) not confident or assured; uncertain and anxious. Catalina Delarosa has lived in fear her whole life. Fear of love, yet fear of being alone. Fear of being vulnerable, but fear of letting anyone in. Augu...