The Shade's Of You. | ✓

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Sophia.

Percy doesn't or even bother to explain himself and neither does his smug looking partner who leans against the wall in barely any clothing, red lingerie does suit her, I admit.

I turn my gaze towards the man I love, forgetting that I had made a promise to him— to myself but right now, I could give a shit about him or that utterly useless promise. I mean, why should I when obviously we both have very different agendas on our supposed relationship.

“Do you like playing games, is that what this is because it looks and seems that way to me?” I finally question.

Lily snorts and laughs, it's so cringey and utterly awful that I almost gag in front of her makeup caked face.

This girl was someone I had once trusted and admired, someone I thought of as an older sister. She was always more of a bestfriend to me and now, now I'm wondering how we grew so distant and apart— love and hate is not very far apart, they often say and you know what?

They're right.

There truly is a thin line between the two.

“What?” She muses and places a perfectly manicured hand on his shoulder, he doesn't remove it. “Please don't tell you think he took you back because he actually loves you?” She snickers, quickly eyeing me up and down.

I open my mouth to defend myself, not him, although something inside of me tells me that something is very very wrong but I'm quick to push it aside and focus.

“King doesn't do commitment.” She adds.

In my mind, I laugh at her, I really do. I carefully eye the man beside her, he doesn't do commitment yet his skin is plastered and covered in dark permanent ink.

“His more of the fuck and go kinda type and me, I'm more of his friends with benefits kinda girl, definitely not you.”

I gape at her.

She can not be serious right now!

“I thought you loved, Jake?” I ask and look down at her stomach, wasn't she meant to be pregnant or did she lie about that too. “Aren't you pregnant?” I voice my thoughts.

Percy's eyes snap up to my face, burning at the side of my head and pleading for me to connect our eyes, I do.

“Don't listen to her.” He mouths for me to see.

I frown at him and stare in confusion.

“Obviously, I lied. I used to love that idiot, key words being used to. And yes, I am pregnant, very much so. In fact why do you think I'm here, to see my baby's father of course.”

I gasp and stare at her wide eyed.

Okay, so there is many things that fluttered through my mind at her words and realization hits me like a truck.

Percy isn't fooling around with her, his just playing a part— for something that he didn't tell me about yet, of course, he would have when he returned back to the room but here I am, assuming and disturbing his work again.

He was right.

I am the one with commitment issues.

Not him.

I obviously notice a tiny detail wrong between us and instantly all the bad thoughts and possibilities fly into my mind and I run because it's what I'm used to.

A month or so ago, back at my apartment I remember his words to me, words about his hatred for her and her obsessiveness. I didn't understand it at the time but now I do, I understand fully and clearly. This is her obsession.

I quickly brush off my thoughts, slowly glancing between the two. “Wow.” I mutter, trying to play my part.

“I'm just going to go. . .” I drop my head back down.

As fast as I can, I turn back around and run back towards our room while a million and one thoughts run through my already cluttered and full mind. It's a goddamn headache.

My fingers slowly rub against my temples as I slow down my walking pace to that of a snail until I stop outside.

I didn't go back to our room, I needed air.

I needed to breath and take time to relax.

“Miss, did you find what you were looking for?” A familiar voice questions from directly behind me and I gasp.

My eyes widen into saucers and I quickly spin on my heel, coming face to face with the familiar chestnut haired man. “You!” I hiss and he smirks, shrugging his shoulders. “What was that back there? You must have known that, King, had work to get done with her. So why send me into the den?” I demand to know, pointing an accusing finger at him.

The guard shrugs again and steps closer to me.

I take a warily step back, suddenly feeling frightened.

Something is wrong! My subconscious yells at me, pleading and begging for me to run away from the weird guard. I try to but I'm frozen, my feet refuses to move.

“W— what to do want?” I yell out loud, hoping someone would hear, at least one other guard. “Stand back!”

He stops and I breath out in relief, my heart takes it time to slow down but then something suddenly happens and I gasp out in pain, touching the side of my head.

Blood?

Someone hit my head. . .

“Percy!” I try yelling but my legs give up faster and I drop to the floor and my eyes close. “Help me.” I whimper.

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Someone asked me to describe my friends! :)

Turns out,

I actually don't have any.

Lols.

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What are your friends like? Describe them to me! :)