Moonlight (Lil Xan)

Chapter Thirteen

"Hey..." I said hesitantly.

"What the fuck, Sofia? Why would you say that?" he said not really angry but more confused or disappointed.

"What do you mean? I thought we didn't want people to know? Also, it's kind of true."
"I thought we had something more. You could have at least made it looked like you gave a fuck about me."

"I'm sorry! Austin said—"

"Fuck what he said!"

"Baby, I know this your anxiety talking to you, but don't you think you're blowing this out of proportion?"

He sighed.

"I don't know."

The rest of the car ride was silent.

I packed up my things at his apartment. Austin was driving me back to Palm Springs. I told him I would be fine going by myself, but it was late in the evening, and it would best for him to take me.

Diego still seemed irritated by what said, but he hugged me as I left with Austin. This time it was Diego glaring at him.

"What's up with him?" Austin asked as we left.

"He's pissed about what I said in the interview."

"What did you say?"

"Pretty much that we were just friends."

"That's what you should of done. He's overreacting. Don't feel bad."

It felt good to be getting away from LA. This have had to been one the most eventful weeks of my life, and I couldn't handle the chaos of it any longer.

Austin and I had been driving for about 30 minutes.

"How old are you now?" I asked out of curiosity.

He gave me a weird stare.

"You don't know? I'm 23."

"Wow. I thought you were older."

"Well... whatever I'm too old."

I didn't reply not knowing what he meant by that or at least not wanting to think about it.

All of me and Austin's friends thought our relationship was pretty much professional. They knew we were good friends, but I don't think anyone knew how close we really were. When we first started hanging out, sometimes I didn't even know. One night during the first few weeks I moved to California, he threw party at his house. It wasn't weird for me to go since we met a while ago in Dallas when he scouted me out, and we seemed to be attached at the hip once I moved. Austin got way too high off cocaine, and it was one of the first times I got seriously drunk.  Oddly enough, I never really drank in high school, so it affected me a lot more than usual. I don't think we ever did more than sloppily kiss each other that night, and we woke up on his living room couch with only our shirts off. We both didn't remember, so it didn't really matter to me. I thought we would just go back to how it was. However, after that his vibe around me completely switched, and he seemed he never forgave himself. I missed the way it used to be, and I was tired of him acting like we weren't close around other people or we were hiding some dirty secret that we once might have been more attracted to each other than we liked to admit.

The silence was broken when my phone went off in the car cup holder. I was surprised to see Omar's name on my screen. I put him on speaker.

"What's up, dude?"

"Hey. Is Diego mad at you or something?"

"Maybe. Why?"

"I don't know if I should tell you, but I think there's another girl in his apartment."