Page 74 of Sparks Fly
I am more sad that this has most likely ruined our friendship.
Annoying.
Letting out a heavy, over the top sigh, I move myself from my Anaïs shaped imprint on the sofa and move to drink coffee. I need it. Wrapping my hand around my mug, I bring it to my lips and inhale its scent and it’s heavenly.
I sit in the small chair, overlooking the quiet town beneath me. Sipping the coffee, it rebirths my soul in some way and I do nothing else in this moment except enjoy the silence and drink.
I’m dressed in a khaki two piece; my earlier outfit had been ripped off my skin and discarded. I couldn’t wear it again. It was tarnished with Creed.
And it not in a good way.
Pulling my hair from my face, I tie it up then grab my bag with my book and vlogging camera. Pacing into the living room, I swipe my phone and walk out the apartment.
I arrive at Rue’s and let myself in. She is tucked behind her desk unboxing new arrivals.
“Hey,” I say a little sheepish as I peer down at her.
“Oh, good, you’re alive.” She snaps her head towards me and rolls her eyes.
“Yeah, sorry… not a good morning,” I admit then slump myself down into the chair, dragging my bag onto my lap.
“Why? What happened?”
I stay mute for a moment, deciding whether I should say anything or not. Who am I kidding? She’ll pry it from me.
“Creed happened.”
She turns her body to face me know and falls back onto her bum, legs reaching out in front of her, hands resting on her knees. “What?” she says a little louder and I slide down into the chair.
“We kissed,” I mumble, breaking eye contact with her and focus on the woven threads of my bag, fingers drumming.
“And?”
“Well.” I nibble my bottom lip then suck in a breath. “Then things started heating up…” I trail off, flicking my eyes up to look at my friend and I hate that she is smirking. “This is not a time to smile.” I narrow my gaze on her.
“Sorry.” She twists her lips, fighting the stupid grin on her face.
“Things would have happened… but he stopped them, and I was so humiliated.” I drop my face into my hands, trying to hide myself.
“That’s not good,” she mutters, and I look up at her.
“No, it’s not,” I admit, sitting back and groaning.
“How was it left?” She pushes to her feet and places her hands on her hips.
Puffing my cheeks out, I hold my breath for a moment before I begin to talk, letting the air seep from my lips slowly. “I shut myself away in my room, and when I came out, he was gone.”
“As in gone for a walk?”
“As in got on his plane and flew back to London.”
“Oh.” Her eyes widen; she looks a little shocked.
“Yeah.” I nibble my bottom lip. “Not ideal really, is it?”
She shakes her head. “I mean… that is a bit of a dick move.”
“A bit?!” I shriek and she shrugs.
