FEARS

~18~

"So you're telling me, that Mr mysterious and handsome apologised....to you?!" Her voice was really loud. Disbelief was all over it.

I rolled my eyes at the name. First Mr billionaire. Now mysterious and handsome. Oh please, Mr Asshole suits him better.

"I'm not repeating myself, Keyshia. It's not even a big deal," I nonchalantly replied, popping a bread stick into my mouth.

I eyed her warily as she crawled from the other side of the bed, over Carlos and to me. She placed her hands on my shoulders and stared at me, her lips turned down in a frown.

I raised a suspicious brow at her. Oh no. What has she planned to do?

My breadstick was still in my mouth. "Keyshia what are-"

She began to shake my shoulders vigorously. My head moved forward and backward due to the force. My breadstick got stuck in my throat. My eyes widened as I began to choke. It wasn't too serious so no one noticed.

"What the fuck are you doing, let her go!" Carlos tried to help, but as he stretched out his hand Keyshia slapped it away.

"Everything about you and Dashiell is a big deal. Okay?! Never tell me it's not a big deal!" She stated with all seriousness, voice raising at each word.

Then my coughing fit began. My mouth opened trying to gasp out 'water'. I gestured hysterically to my throat. Keyshia cocked her head to the side, then her eyes widened in realization.

"Oh my poor sweetheart!" She screeched, reaching forward immediately to a glass of water by my side stool, her hair slapping my face in the process.

Carlos held my shoulders and shook me some more. "Fuck. Are you okay chica?" His eyes were wide in alarm, his curly hair following his movements.

I managed to give him something like a glare that said 'are you crazy?' Shaking got me into this mess and he's making it worse! I could feel my throat drying up and my eyes watering.

"Move you idiot!" Keyshia hissed at Carlos before putting the glass to my lips and I gulped the water greedily. "Gently, Driel,"she soothed. Carlos rubbed my back gently too.

I moved the water from my lips and gulped in air. I wiped some tears from my eyes. Damn, that was...intense.

"Thanks a lot guys, for almost choking me to death and helping me," I thanked half sarcastic, half grateful.

Keyshia stradled my lap and I gave her 'the eyes'. She sighed, jutted out her bottom lip and blinked her eyes repeatedly.

"I'm sorry Driel. I didn't know you were gonna choke. I feel like such a bad person. I almost killed my bestfriend! The guilt is killing me inside. I don't know-"

"Serves you right, idiota. I can't believe you could-"

She sent a mean glare his way. If looks could kill he would be long buried. "Shut the fuck up fuckface," she snapped.

Carlos grumbled some words in spanish and reached for his glass of whiskey but not before letting out the word 'perra' audibly for all to hear. Keyshia gritted her teeth but didn't reply. Nice choice. They would've just started an insult battle.

I chuckled at them both. Perra means bitch. Carlos and Keyshia don't just get along. They met through me, a while back. At first, they got along due to the situation that led to their meeting, but after a while, they derived joy in arguing and insulting themselves.

They may agree sometimes but that rarely happens. The only time they don't insult each other is when they go clubbing. That's something they both love at least.