do-over

v ; conditions

I couldn't get the thought of him off my mind. The way he felt against me.

I curled up under my comforter.

But Adrian hadn't said anything all day. It was just after noon.

He had been up for hours. And nothing.

It was pissing me off.

What did he think he was doing? Experimenting?

I buried my face into my pillow.

Was he just testing it out? Seeing if I'd fall for anyone? See if I was enough of a slut to fuck any guy?

I growled into my pillow, anger building in my chest.

God did I want him so bad... Why did it have to turn out like this..?

He should hate me. I killed him. He shouldn't torture me like this.

I heard the tv on and sat up abruptly. How could he ignore me like this?!

Fuck him.

He experimented. He got a taste. And he didn't like it.

Who would like you..?

I pushed my face harder into my pillow.

But what if I teased him more?

I was hungry...

How would he feel about crop tops?

I rolled onto my side, facing my closet.

I didn't want to face him.

Fuck him.

My face flushed.

Not like that...

I wondered how long I could ignore him. How long he would ignore me.

I stood up and threw on one of my large hoodies. It covered the short pj shorts I was wearing, but I quickly went back to hide in the bed. He kept the apartment cold.

I curled up, trying to block my nuisance thoughts out.

They were incessant.

Adrian this and Adrian that.

Bug my anger was hotter than anything else.

He played me like that.

I rolled to pick up my phone after it dinged, and I found a notification from my job manager.

Lacy:
Can you come in? Reid had a sudden emergency

I huffed. At least it would get me out of the house.

Though.. I didn't have a key.

I stood, and, while stretching, I planned out an outfit for work. I threw on a large black tee-shirt, extremely ripped back jeans, a chain, black high top old skool vans, and a thick jacket. Finally, I slipped my phone into my back pocket.

I exited my room, making eye contact with Adrian as he turned to look at me. His eyes roamed over me quickly before I turned and left, door clicking shut behind me.

I stuffed my hands in my jacket pockets as I headed down the hallway to the elevator.

How was I going to get back in?

I pushed all nuisance thoughts away and only focused on work.

Reid had an emergency?

God I didn't feel like working. I was too hungry anyway. My hands would be too shaky.