-Send screenshots.
GIO:
-Nope. Confidentiality clause. She might be crazy and sue me.
ME:
-You’re lying.
GIO:
-Check her phone if you don’t believe me, Ravioli. Take deep breaths though. It’s pretty messed up.
ME:
-You’re trying to ruin this for me because I’m happy for once.
-What the hell is wrong with you?
GIO:
-Tranquillo, tesoro. You asked. I answered.
-Now if you’ll excuse me, someone’s calling my name, and it’s definitely not you.
-Kisses.
The typing bubble disappears.
I stare at the screen, heat crawling up my neck. Anger. Confusion. Absolutely not. No. I refuse that reality. Why would she do that? Why would Gio say that? Why would he think it’s funny? What did I do to deserve this level of emotional violence?
I’m actually angry now. Who does he think he is? Dropping that bomb like it’s nothing? Like, "Oh by the way, your girlfriend sexts me haha pass the salt."
What if… no.
No. Not possible. She wouldn’t. Not withhim.
I shake my head, frustrated.
He’s lying. He’s lying. He’s lying. He’s lying. He’s messing with me. That’s what Gio does. He pushes until something breaks. I’m not giving him that satisfaction. Not this time.
Still, I can’t shake it. Not the twist in my stomach. Not the sting behind my eyes. And definitely not the image of Sophia’s name lighting up his screen instead of mine.
AUTHOR’SNOTE:
Sorry if I’m torturing you. I promise it’s worth it:)
14) What If...
Rava
The meeting ends. Thank God. I swear I feel like I’m about to throw up. My stomach is doing that ugly anxious flip.
I hate this more than anything. I hate when anxiety hits this hard. My head is buzzing, my hands are cold. And the worst part? I wasn’t even in the meeting mentally.
I don’t even know what was said in there. I could’ve agreed to sell my kidney and I wouldn’t have noticed.
I was too busy thinking about Sophia. And Gio.
