Under the Influence

Not You Too

Shawnie's POV

After Chris left my house, I got showered and dressed for the day. I haven't checked my phone, but I know it was going off like crazy. I have to get in touch with Aubrey to break things off with him officially. There's not really much going on between us anyway, but I know he's heard a lot of things since, and I think that it should come from me, so there's no misunderstanding about anything.

I picked up my phone, and I saw the notifications were crazy. Of course, they're about Chris and me. I have a few missed calls and texts from friends and family. My dad is one of them, and Aubrey is another. I figured I'll call my dad later, because I need to get this Aubrey situation taken care of right away. I also need to see if he knows anything about this song they're supposed to be doing together.

I sent him a text without looking at the other texts he's already sent me. I know he's talking crazy in them, and personally, I don't even care what he has to say.

Me: Hey, can you come over?

I wait for him to respond. I know he's pissed and has a lot to say. I don't really care about that part; I don't know what his reaction will be. I'm sure he's upset about everything.

My phone dings in my hand, and I look at the text.

Aubrey: So y'all back together?

Me: Can you just come over so we can talk, please?

I didn't get a response back. I'm assuming he's coming. I go into my room and gather his things. I thought it wasn't much, but it is. Clothes, a few pieces of jewelry, and a few pairs of shoes. He wasn't living here, but it sure seems like it. I never noticed he had this many items over here. Well, I'm happy to get them out of here. I fold his clothes neatly and put them on a chair in my living room.

After I'm done, I sit in my living room and wait for him. He only lives twenty minutes away, so it shouldn't take that long for him to get here, but it's already been thirty. I hope he shows up. 

While I was waiting, I looked at what everyone was saying. Some people were happy we were back together, some not so much, some wanted to know how Aubrey felt about this, but the majority of Chris's fans were happy to see us back together. They were probably just happy because he was happy, which I can understand. Technically, we aren't back together, but this is going to take on a life of its own, and there's no reason to fight it.

Forty-five minutes passed, and I saw him pull up in his black Mercedes AMG. I opened the door and waited for him to get out of his car and come in. I was a little nervous. I didn't want to have this conversation, but I know I need to. I should do it rather than Chris. All of this drama has to come to an end, and Aubrey is the link to it all. This has to end now.

He took his time before he got out of his car and walked up to my door and just stood there. His face read all kinds of irritation; he wouldn't even look me in the eye.