A t h e n a
(Tw: alcohol)
I just talked to Chad, he said he forgave me, so you should too. Ace texted me. I can't help but smile before setting my phone down. My phone dings again. You know I can see when you read my messages right?
I text, Give me a second, I'm talking to Rebekka, seeing if you're redeemable. And continue braiding my hair.
He writes, Alright, tell me what she says? I don't respond so he texts again, Please tell me what happened.
Rebekka said you aren't worthy of forgiving, I responded.
Rebekka says a lot of things, he writes. I bet she's curious about that bruise on your cheek and the fact that you punched your mirror.
I was showering, and slipped, I fell and hit my face on the ground. I text him and don't wait for a response.
I believe that, he replies, I let out a breath. Explain your broken mirror.
Chad, is all I say.
Chad violently slammed your face into the mirror?
No, I'd rather not say what Chad did to me. I giggle at my little response. I tie up my braid and pull out a few strands of hair and let them have their way.
Shut up, is his reply. Are you at the diner?
My stomach churns. You shouldn't come to see me there anymore.
Why?
I don't respond, so instead of texting me, he calls me. And I ignore that too. Until the fifth call and I'm forced to answer. I bring it to my ear and sigh. "Hey?" I say quietly.
"Hey," he responds in the same tone. "You alright?"
"No, I need more of those cupcakes," I respond, licking my lips and remembering how sweet they were.
"You liked them? Oh, thank God." He says, relieved and I smile.
"Aw, hoping for my approval, Hawthorne?" I say, laughing slightly.
"What did I do?" He asks suddenly and my eyebrows draw together until a crease appears in between them.
"What?"
"What did I do to get pushed out of your house?" He asks a bit needier, like he needs an answer.
"Nothing," I murmur. "You did nothing, I was just upset at something."
"Please give me an answer, I got no sleep last night." He says and my heart plummets down. The fact that he lost sleep over me makes me want to hug him.
"You didn't sleep? Why?"
"Because I was scared," he honestly says. "You scared me."
"I didn't mean to."
"You do that a lot; scare me," he continues. "I got scared the first time I came over and saw you like that- All bloodied and bruised."
"You did?" I don't mean for my voice to come out soft, but it did, thanks to the universe.
"Mhm, I did. And I got scared two days ago when I saw you crying and I didn't know how to help you."
I wiped at the tear that slipped down my cheek. "Are you confessing to me?" I joke with a soft laugh following after.
"Not with your little boyfriend up my ass," he grumbles. I go silent and play with my fingers. "How did you break your mirror, Athena?"
"I-I was straightening my hair and it hit the mirror."
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