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He sat there in silence, not even an hour had passed by since he slammed the door of his hotel suite shut, all with the hopes that she'd hear. Yet, it felt as though the darkness of the night and the amount of times his knee bounced up and down as impatience grew was never ending. As never ending as his awareness of how his anxiety fuelled anger was rising, his thoughts engrossed in the negativity of the events that had happened. Why could she not understand he was the one? Had always been the one.
His knee stopped bouncing when his mobile phone buzzed in the pocket of his denim jeans. He sighed, pulling the device out to read the message.
Stevie: Asshole
He smirked, a small laugh escaping his mouth. He needed a drink. He couldn't deal with this childish behaviour with a sober mind. He walked over to the fridge, his fingers grasping at the mini bottles of spirits. He opened one, throwing his head back as the liquid filled his mouth. He swallowed hard, the burning of the alcohol seeping through his skin, bringing a strange kind of satisfaction to him. He chucked the empty bottle across the room, taking a deep breath before opening up another.
He walked over to where he had laid his mobile down on the coffee table, he slumped back down on the sofa and picked up the device. His eyes traced over her text, his thumbs itching to reply.
Lindsey: If protecting you from some creep at the awards party classes me as an asshole, then I'm proud.
He laughed out, as soon as he'd sent his message, it notified him that she has read it almost instantly. Was she looking for a fight? For drama? Did she really STILL thrive on conflict? Still playing the denial game? After all these years? It was 2017!
He shook his head, taking a sip of his drink, swishing it around his mouth as he waited for her reply. He was ready for it. She had absolutely no idea who she was dealing with when that creep approached her? Everyone knows that you don't mess with Lindsey's Stevie. As fucked up as it was, considering they were no longer an item- hadn't been for years...yet, everyone knew that they should be an item still.
Stevie: The only creep at the awards party was you! You are not a part of my life.
Lindsey: Yes I am. I'm your band member. I've seen you everyday for the past 4 weeks.
Stevie: No, we work together. Work colleagues.
Lindsey: Is that so? Tell me then, Miss Nicks...
He paused, sending that message in hopes to keep her on the edge of her seat. It was about time she squirmed. He couldn't believe how bad her attitude had been in recent weeks. He hadn't even done anything wrong! They had even been flirting with each other. Small smiles and sneaky glances at each other when on stage. Perhaps he was being too optimistic, maybe she was flirting with that creep tonight in hopes to get some action, to make him jealous. It didn't just make his jealous,it killed him inside. She'd done it before, as had he admittedly. Yet, it always backfired. They'd invest so much time into getting each other jealous by going with someone else that they'd end up in bed together, battling it out beneath the sheets.It just seemed to be their way of dealing with not being an official couple.
Lindsey: Tell me exactly why you sleep in your work colleagues t-shirt.
Stevie: I really don't know what your talking about Lindsey.
Lindsey: Oh the lies...
His breathing increased, his eyebrows furrowed as they battled it out via text.
