Whatchamacallit

I can't

Alex's POV

"Simpin' ain't easy," I muttered, scrolling through a sea of emojis and cryptic messages on my phone. Every notification felt like a blow. Blocked on everything but my number. A bitter chuckle escaped my lips. "Chill with that social media BS," her text read. Right, because she wasn't the queen of subtweets before this whole mess.

Shaking my head, I grabbed a glass and poured myself a drink. My mind was a warzone, the strongest soldier being the urge to just walk away. She wasn't gonna choose me, that much was clear. I had to break free from this delusional fantasy. But curiosity, that damn itch, got the better of me. For the first time, I checked her friend's tweets. Let's just say, this girl was having a field day throwing shade without ever mentioning my name. Didn't matter though. She wasn't my focus, not anymore. Besides, the tweets were clearly self-serving, assuming every post of mine was about them. I had bigger things on my mind.

Placing my phone down, I took a deep breath, trying to quell the frustration threatening to boil over. Needing a change of scenery, I grabbed my keys and headed out. Fresh air always did the trick. As I walked down the stairs, I bumped into someone, scattering my keys across the floor.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," I mumbled, looking up to find a girl staring back at me. "You good?" she asked, her lips hinting at a playful smile. I retrieved my keys, a spark of amusement igniting within me. Finally, something other than this drama.

A few minutes later...

The rhythmic crash of waves soothed my soul as I pulled into the beach parking lot. My phone buzzed. It was her. "You good?" the text read. A smirk played on my lips. I could practically hear the worry laced in her message. I sent back a simple "you?" knowing full well she wasn't okay. The light turned green just as I typed "meet me at the beach." An immediate reply came back: "Okay." Regret gnawed at me, but the chance to see her face-to-face was too tempting.

Moments later...

There she was, looking lost in thought, her figure outlined by the setting sun. I tapped her shoulder. "You mad at me or something?" I asked softly.

"Not mad," she sighed. "Just don't like the drama you entertaining."

I scoffed. "Like you?" The tension was thick.

"Fair point," she conceded, stepping closer. "Are you mad?"

She shook her head. "Just annoyed."

"Good," I replied, a playful glint in my eyes. "Because did you know turtles can drown?"

Her brow furrowed in confusion. I burst out laughing as she scoffed, "No, they can't."

"They can, I tell you! We learn more on the internet than in school sometimes." She chuckled, a genuine smile warming her face.

"Why didn't you block my number?" she questioned.

"Didn't see the point. Besides, your little friend doesn't have my iMessage password."

She shrugged, a hint of relief washing over her features.

"You didn't have to ghost me," she mumbled.

"Had things to fix," I replied, rolling my eyes playfully.

"That's why your head's so enormous," she countered, playfully swatting my arm, a smile tugging at her lips.

I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. Her familiar scent filled my senses. As we pulled away, I licked my lips, the conversation flowing easily. Laughter and stories filled the air as the night deepened.

Gazing at her face as we walked back to my car, a warmth bloomed in my chest. "I cherish these moments," I confessed. "Don't change."

Her phone rang, shattering the peaceful moment. It was her womans, voice laced with worry. As she answered the call, I watched her irritation grow. Backing away, I climbed into my car, a familiar knot forming in my stomach. Just when I thought I was moving on, my feelings decided to resurface.

Kayla's POV

"I said block her now! Why are you hanging out with her?" My Her voice screeched through the phone.

"It's not that serious, we're just friends," I defended, frustration bubbling within me. Why couldn't anyone understand? All this fighting, all because of some girl who clearly