What about Phil?

21

Ingrid's POV

I hung up on Phil, so he didn't suspect anything else. I felt bad for Phil because I rarely lied to him since I didn't like the thought of having to lie to someone, just so you don't look bad, but I knew immediately that he was going to suspect that I was lying because I am terrible at it.

"So," Dan said, breaking my train of thought

"So, what?" I snapped back at him, because of the argument we'd had before Phil called.

"What did he say?"

"None of your damn business!"

"Alright, chill, it was just a question"

"Just please go"

"What?!"

"I said PLEASE GO!" I said while pointing to the door and looking at the wooden floor. I didn't want to make eye contact because I knew that those beautiful chocolate eyes would be staring back at me and I'd end up doing something I shouldn't.

I heard foot steps on the wooden floor, and felt his eyes on me, his sad brown eyes staring back at me while I stared at the floor. Once I heard the door close and lock, I burst into tears.

Why did I do that? I want him back immediately.... I'm such an idiot!

It felt like hours as I lay on my sofa crying my eyes out about everything that had happened, the bread still in its basket sat carelessly on the marble counter, two water glasses sat next to the basket, dark purple lipstick around one of the glasses.

Dan had come over to help me, but he left before he could discard of the bread, but I didn't truly want him to leave, it was just in the moment that I was angry about him reading the note left by Luther, that I sent him away and now I needed the comfort of his warm loving hugs, all I wanted was to be hugged by Dan, but no I sent him away in spite of an idiotic argument.

Why am I such an idiot

~AmazingPhanda