I lost Angeles

I think a part of me knew, the second that I saw him

I knew you were trouble – Taylor Swift

After the date, I find myself lying in my bedroom – my thoughts racing. The date had been successful. Hadn't it? I mean, Sam and I had, had a good time. Despite my thoughts that kept wandering. We had planned for another one next Friday so, guess the poor guy wanted to see me again.

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. Did I actually want another date? Did I deserve a Sam? I mean, after all the gang-nonsense, did I deserve normal? I should think so, I would hope so. But everything was a big mess. Groaning, I dragged my phone closer.

Jackson still hadn't stopped messaging me. And now, Cole had also joined in. Couldn't Angeles just flipping talk to his people? I sat up from my bed, trudging towards the kitchen. I needed some coffee. Coffee always helped me think.

But instead of actually getting to my desired cup uninterrupted, I found Angeles in the kitchen. Shirtless...

It was the middle of the flipping day? Why was he showing his abs like some Twilight werewolf? When he saw me, he gave me a smirk, "How was your date?" he smiled.

"Fine" I said, reaching out for a mug. I felt his eyes on me, not helping but blush. The dress was mighty short and I wouldn't be surprised if he had actually seen something. Oops...

"Just fine?"

"We hooked up in his car" I shrugged, not daring to look at Angeles.

"You what!?" he growled, grabbing my shoulder and spinning me so that I was looking straight at him.

"We... um... we hooked up" I said, my voice squeaky. My heart was thundering, looking at the overly jealous Angeles glaring at me.

"What's his name!?" he growled, his hands forming fists.

"Angeles" I tried, trying to stay calm.

"Dammit Angel! Who the fuck am I killing!?" he growled.

"No!" I said, my eyes going wide, "No Angeles"

"No one hooks up with my girl!? Are you stupid or something!? He is dead"

"I'm not your girl" I hissed, but my voice came out way too wobbly for my liking.

"Yes. You. Are" he snapped.

"I'm not, Angeles! We broke up! Go back to LA and go frustrate your damn gang, not me!"

"I didn't come all this bloody way for nothing Angel" he growled, his hand tightening on my shoulder.

"Leave me alone" I snapped, shoving him away from me, "And tell Cole and Jackson to leave me alone too!" I stormed towards my bedroom, throwing the door closed and locking it for effect. The hammering started almost immediately, Angeles yelling and acting like an idiot.

"Angel! Open this door! Now!"

"Go away!"

"I will shoot this door down!"

"I will call the cops Angeles, leave me alone"

"Call the cops and they'll arrest you just as quickly"

"GO AWAY!"

"NO!"

"Angeles, seriously" I snapped, banging on my own door.

"I'm not leaving you! Open this door!"

"No, go away"

Angeles kicked the door and then the door went silent for a moment before I heard Angeles swear. Out of anger he had probably hit the stupid wall. Idiot...