Poisoned Love

13. Weaknesses

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"What the hell?" I yelled. I went to open the door but it was locked. I flickered on the lights so I can see clearly. I cringed at the pink room I'm in. The bed was queen-sized and a sheer curtain covered the large panorama of the window. I sucked in a deep breath. I banged on the door. Memories of last night refused to flash inside my head and the last and only thing I remember was Ace driving me home.

"You little bit-" Just as I was about to curse at him, the door opens and a tall figure happens to be standing in front of me. I don't know what got onto me, but I foolishly began pounding their chest, I can feel a stinging pain in my hand.

"What are you made of? Steel." I groaned. I looked up and it was Kyle. Shit.

"Actually no, but thanks." He snickers, running a hand through his dirty blond hair.

"Oh, I-I'm sorry, I thought you were...uhm never mind. Where am I?" I look behind Kyle's shoulder and I recognized the familiar hallway behind him. I was in Ace's house.

"You're in Penelope's room." He says and I walk backwards, scanning the place around me, my jaw falling wide open. Then where was Penelope and why'd she let me even sleep here? As if he was answering my thoughts, he said, "She's passed out in Ace's room." He informs me. He shouldn't have said that. It just sounds disgusting to hear him say that they basically slept together, even though it's not my business.

"And...Ace slept here. He didn't want to leave you alone because he was scared someone would've intruded in." He explains. I panted heavily. No, this can't be real.

"What!?" I panicked, my voice louder than I anticipated, booming through the room.

"Relax, he slept on the couch." He tells me.

"Where's that little son of a bit-"

"Hey, hey!" A male voice yells, complaining. "I'm here." He walks through the door and I realized it's Ace. I noticed that he's in a different shirt and that means he probably gave me his own.

"Ace, what the hell were you thinking?" I snarled at him. His lips curled into an amused smile. "You think I'm joking?" Why isn't he taking me seriously. He placed his hands on my shoulders, making me involuntarily slide closer. Kyle was still in the room, I reminded him by raising my eyebrow.

"I told you I was too tired to drive you didn't listen." He tells me, a teasing smile plastered on his disgustingly beautiful face. I sucked in a shaky breath, trying to control my anger. I was never good with that, regardless.

I aggressively pushed him by his chest away but he wouldn't budge so I tried again, this time he backed away willingly.

"I told you I have fucking school, why can't you get it through your thick skull!?" I lashed out at him. I was aware that Kyle was in the room, completely and utterly speechless after he heard what I had to say to Ace. On the other hand, Ace had things to say too.

"I called your mother, she said it was fine." He tells me. I shook my head in disbelief.

"Did you tell her about the part where you brought me to a stupid party? That you spent the majority of eating girls' faces off!" I don't even know why I was fighting with him. I wasn't his mother and he was an adult and perfectly capable of taking care of himself. But I was mad that he made a promise to me that he couldn't keep.

"And that's my cue to leave." I hear Kyle saying in a low voice, drifting off.

"You're insane, Lydia. I can't fight with you." He almost laughs. I had the urge to slap him and it took me every fibre in my body not to. I didn't want to cause a scene more than I already have.

"What time is it?" I asked, a sour expression was plastered on my face. A cold one was plastered on his.

"Five." He tells me. My eyebrows knit in confusion.

"Pm?"

"Five in the morning." He says. I sighed a long breath of relief. I still have time to go back home, get ready and go to school. I'm glad I woke up earlier than I was supposed to. I didn't even bother to give him his shirt back before I stormed out of the room. I knew I didn't have any cash on me but I can pay the driver when I arrive at my home.

"Where are you going?" I hear Ace saying as he followed me.

"None of your business." I told him. I expected him to leave me alone but instead, he grabbed my wrist tightly. I tried to yank my hand away but his grip only tightened.

"You're hurting me." I say through gritted teeth.

"Sorry." He replies expressionlessly, loosening his grip on my arm but never letting go. "I'll drive you." He tells me.

"No, you're not." I tell him.

"Yes I will. Where will you find a taxi during five in the morning?"

"Probably the same place I'll find your brain." I scoffed. I expected him to be mad at me for saying that but he actually smiles in amusement.

"See, you're already forgiving me." He smirks.

"You're sick. How's me mocking you count as forgiveness?" I huffed, rolling my eyes bluntly.

"Because you're still here, you didn't leave. Even though you can leave right now, you didn't." He smiles. Even in this dim light, I can still see his pearly smile. He's right, I should leave.

"Goodbye, Ace." I told him and yanked my hand away. I almost stumbled, making his smile grow wider across his annoyingly perfect face. He ruins his good looks with his flawed personality.

"Don't be dramatic, Lydia. I can still drive you." He says but I ignored him. I made my way out of the house and it wasn't fully dark but not sunny either. The door clicks open again. I expected it to be Ace...and it actually was.

"What now?" I sighed.

"Look I know what I've done was unnecessary and impulsive but uh..." he pauses. "Yeah that's it. I don't really know how to apologize."

"That's your apology?" I almost laughed.

"Yeah..."

"Screw you." I barked at him and I don't know if I'm crazy or if I actually saw him flinching. As I was walking down the street, I can see him from the corner of my eye following me. I stopped in my tracks and I fought a huge smile. I can't even control the words before they roll off of my tongue.

"Fine drive me."