Loving her

Chapter 21

I glance at the time that's shown on a small screen in her car.

 "Its almost three am. What . . . how. . . how did you even get here without your car?" I ask but she stays silent.

Something about this situation just doesn't feel right, almost as if the most important puzzle piece is missing. Ava stares at the road ahead, she seems disoriented somehow and I know she's a little tipsy if not drunk.

"Should you be driving?" I ask but she gives me a small nod.

"I have your coat," I say trying to offer some kind of peace offering-talk to me-I'm desperate type of deal but all she does is force a smile, it doesn't even look like a smile.

"Listen, Ava, I . . .I came here to talk to you and I'm your friend . . . I'm not some fucking enemy I just want to help you, I really do, so whatever is going on just talk to me." I say with a little annoyance why can't she just talk to me? Or at least try?

"I don't want to talk right now." She says, her voice low. Ava pulls up into the driveway and stops the car.

"come on!" I start but she looks into my eyes with her misery. Her hair is slightly tangled up and her clothes are wrinkly.

"Would you let it go?!" She practically screams. I look right at her and see the hurt in her dull eyes.

"I took some depression medication okay? Jesus, it's not like I fucked your boyfriend." She says angrily.

"You know I have a boyfriend?" I ask and she nods with a sarcastic smile.

"It's so obvious Olivia, I know you like the back of my hand, and you're not fooling anyone by leaving your phone turned on with his social media page open." She hisses and I want to cry.

"I'm just drunk as shit and I want to go to sleep," she says after seeing my reaction Ava gets out of the car slowly and walks over to our dorm room, leaving me behind.

 She lets her body fall onto the mattress and instantly falls asleep. I try to do so myself but it doesn't work I keep tossing and turning and all I can think about is the depression Ava has been hiding from me.