All Bets Are Off

Chapter Thirty-Five - Ella Fordman & Phoenix Adams: Seven Little Words

         

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A/N 

Just want to start by saying this is my favorite chapter ever (and I mean, literally ever, of any book, EVER!)

 

Listen to the song on the side for inspiration if you like .It’s called Never Let Me Go by Florence and the Machine, and suits well ---->

 

Also this is not the end, still two chapters and an epilogue left.

 

Enjoy, my lovelies! <3

 

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~Chapter Thirty-Five - Ella Fordman & Phoenix Adams: Seven Little Words~ 

Phoenix’s POV –

As I made my way into Seth’s house, waves of nostalgia greeted me.

I remembered so many things about this house—a house I’d spent so many hours in. Ever since seventh grade I’d frequented the joint, and I remembered horror movie nights, pizzas and video games and hours spent on the musty couch in the basement talking about our current relationships—Seth had always outweighed me in that competition.

Now the house was all silent around me, and I instinctively made my way across the hall and down the stairs to the basement, where Seth’s bedroom had been since birth. I’d always thought it would make an awesome bunker in a zombie apocalypse, as long as you stocked up on C-rations and weaponry.

It was always colder down here, and my whole body shivered in the frigid air as I clomped down the wooden stairs and into the spacious room. Stocked with a TV, numerous gaming consoles and a mini refrigerator, it was a guy’s safe haven, hence why I spent probably as much time here as I did at my own place.

I found Seth lying on his bed, a baseball in his hand as he threw it up and caught it.

“Hey,” I said, immediately walking to the fridge and pulling out a soda.

Seth jumped at the unexpected interruption and sat up, tossing the baseball noncommittally aside. ”Hey,” Seth replied. “How’s things?”

I cracked open the soda tab and took a long sip of the effervescent liquid, before turning to him. “I broke up with Clara,” I told him, cutting straight to the chase. “This afternoon.”

“You what?” Seth asked, his face smoothing out in shock. “Why?”

“Why do you think?” I retorted, turning away to glare at the wall.

“Oh,” Seth said, his voice falling flat as he realized. “Ella.”

I sighed and turned back to him, playing with the cold aluminum can. “Yeah. It was never going to work out with Clara, and I knew that from the very beginning. But I used her for my own personal gain and I hate that I did that. But I just couldn’t keep it going with her. I had to break it off.”