Come on…
Gio.
That’s the last person she talked to. Gio. My heart doesn’t just sink, it shatters. Shatters like glass hitting pavement.
Like something precious I was stupid enough to believe will never break.
I stare at the name, still hoping, desperately, that this isn’t what it looks like.
Maybe she just wanted to ask something about me!Maybe something innocent.
Yeah. It could be innocent.
People text him. People text me. People text people.
Maybe Gio lied just to mess with me. I tap it open.
And I read.
SOPHIA:
-heyyyysir. are u still as hot as i remember? bc i've had a few drinks and i'm thinking baaaad things
-i keep wondering if u ever thought about me since u met meeeee at that conference
-like what would've happened if i wasn't with him. He's good......... I can't complain but...
- he mostly touches me like I'm breakable, u know what i mean? I bet you'd fuck me like you hate me:)
-Don't tell him tho
I blink, rereading.
GIO:
-Hell nah
-get your drunk ass off my phone, princess
-You hurt him and now you're out here horny-texting the dude he hates the most?
-You freak
-Even Rava deserves better than this pathetic shit
I want to throw the fucking phone. I want to scream.
It doesn’t feel real. I want itnotto be real. But it keeps going.
SOPHIA:
-we literally fought today, it's not like he even cares if I do stuff i promise we are not like thattt
GIO:
-what in the whoreness is this
-Turns out love really is blind.
