I had forgotten how cold it was prior to my dramatic exit. Had I remembered, I probably would've fought every urge to leave so that I'd at least be able to snuggle into him.
But that wouldn't make sense, I was mad at him. And the thought of even touching him was still...comforting.
I shook my head in attempt to escape from my thoughts. This was only proving that he was making me feel more crazy than I already felt.
As I continued to walk, I realized that I was beating the end of the parking lot and really had no idea where I was going next.
I didn't even know which direction to walk to get back to my house. One thing about me was that I was bad with directions. I'd only managed to navigate to and from school alone everyday because it was a straight walk. Even I couldn't mess that up.
Even still, I contemplated walking just so I'd have time to myself, but the weather had other plans. I instead decided to just call myself an Uber, using my mother's card of course, and just beat Andre back to my house.
There was no doubt he was coming back, he had everything I needed to get my house back in order. I just hoped for at least a few minutes to myself to pre-plan for our argument.
I called the Uber to the outside of the parking lot since that's where I was closest to and so that I didn't have to risk running into Andre, at least not right now.
Luckily for me, the driver just so happened to be riding by and so I didn't have to wait at all. I approached the car and entered the backseat of passenger side.
I greeted the driver before politely requesting that the ride be silent. I wasn't sure how exactly that'd come off, but I just reassured him that I'd had a long night and just wanted some peace from it all.
He nodded and smiled in response, letting me know that he understood.
Just as I had rested my head on the window and closed my eyes, my phone vibrated. I must have accidentally taken it off of do not disturb.
I went to slide the notification bar down to return my phone to its natural state when I saw a message from AJ.
Before I could even take action, my face had unlocked my phone, revealing the message:
❤️: u good?
I contemplated not responding, but being as though I knew I overreacted and he was still trying to make sure I was good, I decided to just go ahead.
Me: Yes
Almost immediately, he began to type his response.
❤️: im sorry ❤️: omw to your house so we can talk now ❤️: i love you
Each message made me blush more and more. I didn't argue with him because I knew it wasn't a question and as short-lived as my anger was, I did miss him and already regret what I had done.
This whole Omar thing was just getting to me and it was harder to decipher what was real and what was fake because it all felt so real, until just like that, he was gone.
I had not realized that I had gotten so engulfed into my thoughts until Andre sent a question mark. I simply replied with "love you too" before finally placing my phone on do not disturb, locking it, and resting my head back against the window, quickly falling asleep.
***
I wasn't sure how long I had been sleep before I'd gotten home. However, the nap I had taken did seem to suffice and at least kind of ease my mind.
I thanked the driver before exiting the vehicle and even leaving a small tip on the app for him being so understanding. It wasn't like it was my money anyways.
I walked right up the door and unconsciously went to open it without even thinking to grab my keys first.
To my surprise, it was open. Yet another reason to argue with Andre. I decided to just leave the door unlocked so that I wouldn't have to go back down to open it for him.
I ran upstairs to my room, ignoring them mess on my way up and flopped onto my bed to get my thoughts together and prep myself for what I'd say to any potential remark he had.
As I continued to get my thoughts together, I decided I'd take a shower. I walked over to my dresser drawer, grabbing a t-shirt and underwear, and headed to the bathroom.
I turned on the shower water, followed by my shower playlist and quickly undressed before stepping into the shower.
I was excited when I heard the playlist start with one of my favorite songs, Type by Todrick Hall.
I sang loudly in the shower without a care in the world, forgetting everything that had happened not even 3 hours ago.
The shower was my happy place, my escape from the world. I was at peace here and I loved it. Unfortunately, it came down to me always having to reenter the real world.
After about three and a half songs in the shower, I decided that I was clean enough and got out. I wrapped myself in my towel before grabbing my clothes and heading back to my room.
It didn't make sense that I brung my clothes to the bathroom just to bring them back to my room and get dressed there, but that was something I did often.
I noticed that my room light was on and I had assumed that it was Andre. I must've been so into my singing that I hadn't heard him come in.
"Baby?" I heard him call out. At this point I was already nervous. I slowed my steps toward the room, postponing our face to face interaction.
It seemed as if no matter how much planning I did, when the time came, I was always a coward. I began trying to remember everything I had planned to say, but my mind was going blank.
I closed my eyes as I got closer and closer to the room, preparing to surrender myself to whatever he had to say.
"Baby?" I heard him say one more time just as I had reached the door. His voice sounded the same, it was very monotone.
His voice held the same concern from when he had discovered me downstairs with the glass in my foot.
"Hey, I just want to apologize before you even tell me how wrong and dramatic I was. I—"
The voice played one more time.
"Baby?"
I looked up, only to discover that the room was empty; practically the same way I left it besides the light being on and the tape recorder on my bed.
My legs began to tremble as I slowly backed out of my room. Tears began to fall down my cheeks as I pondered is this was yet another delusion or if this was actually happening.
I closed my eyes and silently prayed, hoping that Omar didn't appear. At this point, my back was against the railing.
I could have easily ran downstairs and out of the house, but I was stuck, way too afraid to do anything else.
"You done yet?" I heard the familiar voice and my heart stopped.
I opened my eyes and there he was.
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