Honey sweet & diamond eyed | Owen Teague x reader |

Gaslighting.

Coming back to my dorm, a stomach-hurling realization that I really did need to pack came back to me. Clothes were thrown over chairs, my bed had a load of heavy books on it which I took off the shelfs and now had to somehow fit them into very fragile cardboard boxes. Tape was hanging off the table by a tip, the desk was mostly clean, aside from a disorganized pile of past papers I had to put recycling.

The whole image was making me dizzy.

Looking at this colorful picture i felt the heaviest feeling of "i don't want to do anything" ever.

Eventually, after a few tries at beginning to do something- I got out my laptop and watched Netflix for uncountable amount of hours, until the sun set, eating crisps, building a blanket castle and soulfully refusing to do.. the packing stuff.

Somewhere at 11pm, my phone vibrated on the table.

And then again, and again.

Finally untying myself out of the the most ridiculous but comfortable blanket position, i walk over to the desk and see the screen.

"Oliver"

Without controlling it, I brought a hand up to my lips, starting to think over to pick up or not. Deciding to do so, taking a deep breath I finally swipe right and with the best impression of a confident and unimpressed tone i start.

"Hello?"

My skin crawls on the back of my neck from the familiarity of this voice.

"Hey, (y/n)! We didn't talk for a while are u okay?"

"Yeah i'm okay. Why you asking?"

"What," oh that tone... "Am I not allowed to ask?"

A sense of bitter past rolled over me. " No, no. I just...why do you call?"

"Can't I just be supportive? Are you fucking kidding me? Can't I just ask how fucking are you? Do i have to have a reason for everything now? Jeez..."

I felt air stuck in my throat. A chill ran through my body. Taking all the will I could, I try to stop my eyes from filling with tears and myself to say something but the phone buzzed again. I look at the screen.

"Unknown number"

Please to God, make it be Owen.

Over a lot of mumbles and weird shifting noises i quickly say - "Mom is calling, hang on the line," I feel an old habit of apologizing kicking in revealing my weakness to him- "sorry"

I could almost see his slick satisfied smile.

Fuck.

Pressing a button I close my eyes and collect my arms that were dangling stupidly above my thighs just before.

"Hello?" -please let it be Owen, please let it be Owen, please- Wait.. why am I?-

"Hey! Is this (y/n)?" -an unsure voice said.

"Yes! yes it's me. Hi!"

"Hey." - I swear I could heard him collecting his thoughts. "How are you?"

"I'm good," I lied "How are you?"