I was gathering my things to leave when he entered with a tray full of food. "I didn't expect you to get dressed so soon," he called out and dropped the tray beside the bed. "I do like your outfit choice though." I was wearing his clothes since mine were wet. A grey pants that were exact to his that I had rolled up at the waist to shorten its length and so that it sat well on my waist. I paired it with a black tee shirt which had the finest cotton material I've ever touched. I was struggling to slip on my shoes, not bothering to answer him. He came to stand in front of me and pulled my hair sharply which made me wince in pain, "ouch. What was that for?" "Why are you ignoring me? I went to get food for you and I came back and you're getting ready to leave." "Maya has been calling you." I informed rolling my eyes. "Okay and so?" He asked in anger. "Is this your way of telling me something again, by choosing her?" He scrunched up his face and I walked to the bathroom to gather my

My phone pinged with a text and I rushed to it, ruffling my wet hair with a towel as I picked it up. It wasn't Bella, it was Paula asking me about something and I couldn't help hissing and flinging the phone to the bed. It's been two days since we last talked. She was barely answering my messages and when I called her last night her voice was groggy like she was asleep and I had to end it quickly. I also messaged her this morning if she wanted to hang out with me and the guys but she hasn't replied all day. I know we saw each other just three days ago but I was missing her and I know I have it bad at this point. I padded barefoot to the closet and searched for what to wear and chose a black shirt and blue jeans. A simple slip on will have to serve for footwear and I used my Tom Ford scent for the evening. All I'll be doing now is to hang out at Dylan's house instead of going to the club. I feel like she is still mad at me regarding my leaving her alone to move on to college. It's

What's this about?" He asked with a frown. I shrugged trying to make it seem as natural as possible. "Nothing much." "Liar. There is something you want to tell me, I can see it in your eyes." Luka asked concerned and pulled my fingers to rest on his laps instead of mine. He stroked the skin gently and his touch was soothing. I shook my head and felt my chest squeeze with guilt pangs. "Luka I.." The shrill yell that came from downstairs and the loud crashing sound had us pulling apart and rushing downstairs with me following closely behind. The question I wanted to ask him about Tammy was suspended. The scene downstairs had a shocked gasped leaving my mouth and I stayed back on the stairs not bothering to fully enter the dining area where it was happening. Luka's mom swayed from sides to side clearly drunk and wobbled on her feet before grasping the edge of the dinning table. Just opposite her was Luka's dad who apparently had just missed a wine glass being swung at his head, she

There's so much running you can do from the truth before you finally accept it. I'm not the type to promise girls; rainbows, flowers and forever. And even when I do, they won't believe me because I'm not the type that they can easily trust. If it was Jamie with his boring flannel shirts and glasses, everybody would trust their hearts to him easily and that I hate the fact that for once I'm jealous of him. With me, it's good that they distrust easily anyway. Lack of expectations won't hurt them, the problem is that I wanted them to have expectations or a little faith. At least now I know better and I'm going to accept myself fully for what I am. The blue nano lights of the club were bright enough for me to see what was going on around me. Everyone was drinking, dancing or making out in their most skimpy outfits and seductive scents. This isn't my usual scene. Yes I do frequent bars and clubs but I've never been to this particular one. It was reserved for the one percent of the elite

Starlight restaurant; the overhead sign read and I sighed heavily. If I wasn't so fed up with missing Luka and not being able to do anything about it, I'll go back home at this point. From where I stood looking in, the restaurant looked busy. What if Dylan throws me out or causes a scene? After all, I didn't call ahead, I just showed up at his mother's restaurant where I found out he was interning after stalking him on instagram.It's been one week. Seven whole days of living like this. If I ever needed a confirmation that living without Luka was hard this was it. Being apart without any kind of communication is even harder. I find myself staring at my phone hoping it will ring indicating that he is ready to talk to me now or typing and deleting messages because it doesn't even come close to fixing what I did. I don't even know how he is doing since nobody seems to be talking to me right now. Was he still not talking to anyone?I wanted to go over there but shame wouldn't let me