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Leo's pov.
It's been about three weeks since Billie and I slept together and she's been pretty distant. Anytime I try and talk to her or at least see her she makes up some type of excuse or doesn't reply at all even though she's read my message.
She's also been spending all her time with someone else I don't know about, but ever since her phone went off a name has been stuck in my head.
Isla.
I remember meeting her at a party but she spent most of her time talking to Billie.
I don't know how to feel about this because I've had feelings for Billie for over a year and now I feel like I was just being used because she was sad or in a mood.
And it's worse since she knows how I feel now, so I need to know what's up.
Leo
Hey bil, we need to talk.
Billie
I don't have much free time anymore My two-week break is over. Just tell me.
Is there anytime you get back today? I don't want to talk about this over the phone or text because of miscommunication.
I mean we can FaceTime or you can come over around 10 or 11 but I can't stay up too late because I have meetings and shit.
I guess I'll see you then Read 2:30pm
She never cared about me staying late before until now. And she seems even more distant than before. Maybe I'm being dramatic or reading into things.
I guess I'll find out tonight.
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It's around 10:30 pm when I pull into Billie's driveway. I head to her doorstep and knock on the door to be received by Maggie. She greets me with a warm smile before opening the door and telling me that Billie is in her room.
I walk in to see her laying on her bed against the wall scrolling through her phone with her blue lights on. I just knock on the doorframe and her head shoots up. She locks her phone and throws it next to her while I walk in and sit on the very edge of the bed.
"Hey,"
"Hey," there's a weird tension in the room that's offsetting but I don't let that stop me from getting straight to the point.
"Why?" I question. She gives me a slightly confused expression.
"Why what?"
"Did you decide to use how I feel for your personal pleasure and then abandon our friendship," I answer without any sugar-coating just letting how I feel pour out. Her face forms into shock and contemplation and I just turn around facing the door.
