Felicity
I’vedreadedtodaysincethat mockery of a dinner two nights ago. It’s only made worse by the fact Ezra has yet to message or call me. He’s not even reading or accepting any calls from me. Hell, I’ve had to hold myself back from using my key and just barging into his place. Somehow, I don’t think that would impress him.
I miss him so fucking much. What’s worse is I have to do a live stream tonight. It should’ve been last night, but I wussed out and just couldn’t do it. Instead, I ate a whole container of cookies and cream ice cream topped with chocolate syrup.
“Get it together, Felicity, and get out of this pity party for one.”
Looking around, I’m sad. This is the only place I’ve known as home and now I’m leaving it. I always knew I would one day, but I just always took it for granted that it would always be here.
Now it’s not.
Just the thought of going to live in that house has my skin crawling. Harry’s words hit too close to home. The way he was so excited to be in the room next to me had every raunchy frat boy movie rushing to the forefront of my mind. Then there’s Calvin.While he seems nice, the controlling vibes he was letting off have me a little scared. Add that to his slip in touching me how he did, and it’s got me a little scared to even be alone with him.
Me: Hey baby. It’s moving day.
Me: I miss you. I wish you would answer my call or texts.
Me: Please. Talk to me. Let’s fix us before it goes too far and we can’t come back from it.
Me: I really don’t want to live with my new step family. They’re weird.
Opening my mouth, I scream in frustration. Why won’t he talk to me? Should I just give up? He was the one that told me to be with a female. It’s not my fault I ended up having feelings. Enjoying the encounter. But I’m pushing that to the side, just so I can focus on the two of us.
I tug on the ends of my hair before typing another message to him. It’s going to be my last. If he doesn’t message back, I can at least move forward knowing that I tried.
Me: Just call me. Please. I love you.
I can’t stop the tears when they start falling. I hate this. How can we go from being happily in love, to him not even wanting to talk to me?
Checking the time, I see the movers are set to be here in like twenty minutes. It’s all the time I have before I’m forced into what will surely become a prison.
I tap my nails on the case of my phone. Thinking. Should I? Would I be sending the wrong signal? Is the offer even still open? So many questions and no answers.
Leaning back against the cushion, I close my eyes as I bounce my knee nervously.
“Screw it!”
Switching over to the text thread I’ve been avoiding, I let my fingers fly across the screen as I type out a message.
Me: I know you offered for me to stay with you. Is it still an option?
I hit the send button and just a few moments later, I see the tiny bubbles dancing on the screen, popping up and down. This could be her telling me hell no or answering my prayers.
Roxy: Of course it is. When are the movers coming?
Me: 15-20 min.
Roxy: Okay, here’s my address. Give it to them and have them put what you’re bringing here in last. The room is empty, so your bedroom stuff will fit.
Me: OK
Roxy: See you soon, roomie.
How the hell am I going to survive living with her? Especially being attracted to her. There’s no avoiding it now.
A second later, another text comes through with her address. Knowing there are some things I want to take myself, I start loading them into my car. My toiletries, a suitcase of clothing, the box with all my lingerie and other things I use on my live streams and lastly, my bookbag and laptop.
Everything else I can wait for them to bring. I’ve just put the last item into my car when the moving truck pulls up with a black Lexus RX350 right behind it. I’m still standing there like a bump on a log waiting for the movers to get out of the van when my mom and Calvin exit the Lexus.
