madisons pov
october 05
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dark mode for this chapterit was four in the afternoon when i had woken up from a nap with logan. well logan was still asleep, she was cuddled up with me. i slightly reach over to my night stand to get my phone without waking logan. unfortunately i was unsuccessful.
"hi baby" she says
"hi wogan" i say in a soft voice
as logan and i carry a conversation, i look at phone and see destiny had texted me. here we go again i think you myself. she does this for what? i don't understand her. she goes from not texting me to texting me whenever she pleases. i hate it.
the fact i'm thinking about texting her back is killing me. i always drop everything for this girl when i shouldn't. billie is so much better than her i repeat to myself in my head.
"logan" i say softly and point my phone to her "why, like why?" i sigh
"fuck... that... bitch" she says word by word "nope, over that shit. she let it go, so she can stay there"
logan's mood changed from soft and cuddly to a bitchy mood
"and then she texted my number from all things. when i gave it to her MONTHS AGO. but she wanted to text on social media every time. ugh she's stupid what the fuck"
i flip over and groan in the pillow.
before speaking again logan rubs my back. "yea ignore her. turn your read receipts and read it, don't reply" as if i'd listen to that "i'm serious mads, she's gonna think it's okay to walk all over you. that's why she keeps doing things like that and because people let her"
i mean she's right, but of course i'm going to ignore what logan says and text her anyways.
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imessage
destinyhey
hey
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madswrld i just woke up from a nap && got a text i wasn't expecting.
like why, just whycomments disabled
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and just like that no text back. i mean what could i expect from her. i laugh to myself and get out of bed. i'm already feeling like shit because of her.
i walk out to the living room where the rest of them were, and tried my best to look as happy as i could.
"let's take polaroid pictures" i say with the camera in my hand