Smoke // castano

𝗽𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝟰𝟴.

𝗽𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝟰𝟴: 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲
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𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴
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"y/n... y/n... Y/N"

the voice is my ear got louder and louder until i finally decided to open my eyes. i groaned, not wanting to get up and do anything today, even though i knew he would force me.

"fuck off" i mumbled turning and flipping in bed

"no, you have school" he sounded annoyed

"so?" i had planned to just call in sick

"were not doing this, get up i already called your school"

i jumped out of bed and widened my eyes;

"YOU DID WHAT?" i yelled, knowing now i have to go

"i'm not changing my mind so you better start getting dressed"

fuck. i didn't want to see mar. i didn't want to see mattia. or ale, or kairi, or the girls. i was the worst friend in the world i doubt they would wanna see me either.

"please vinnie, i really don't want to go" my eyes got glossier as i realized the possibilities for today

"i won't leave you y/n"

and those words that should sound reassuring, made me freak out;

"wait what?" i laughed out of nervousness

"your principal said i could stay there all day if you want, i can stay in the office but i don't feel comfortable leaving you there with him" he looked at me and could tell how confused i was "i'm the person responsible for you so i need to start acting responsible"

great day to do it.

"great timing" i muttered

"now your in danger from yourself more than ever, who knows what the hell your gonna do"

"than i'll text mattia to come pick me up" i suggested

"fuck no, just no" he had a laugh to what he said

"fine, but just so you know, i hate you for this"

i could already tell how puffy me eyes were gonna be, red with eye bags, perfect way to go to school.

"hey maybeee we could ditch and go to the mall?" i walked close to him trying to achieve something "maybe go get some food, go to the lake"

i ran my hand down his shirtless chest, trying to best to look hot, even though i knew i looked like a mess;

"maybe after school baby, i don't fall for these anymore" he said grinning and pulling me in

"ew let me go" i said in disgust

"k"

he unwrapped his arms from around me and walked away, heading down stairs;

"WAIT-" i carefully said

"hmm?" he raised his eyebrow

"i don't wanna be alone" i quietly mumbled

"ok" he gave me a small smile and sat on the bed

i turned around, and smiled to myself. this was nothing like the boy who used to yell at me, and drink and smoke 24/7. i shook the feeling because i know nothing last with him.

it kinda made me feel sad, but it's reality with him so no need to make me believe something that could never happen. i went into the bathroom and walked into the closet.

when i left he put all my clothes in here, nicely put away. it was a cute gesture. so i grabbed a flannel and gray sweatpants with a black sports bra. i had no motivation what so ever on my appearance.

i felt a mix of high and drink by natural causes, my headache got stronger and stronger by the second. i just knew whatever was gonna happen today wasn't gonna be good. or even remotely okay.

"your gonna be late" he was really reaching for this right now

"so be it?" i went to apply some mascara

"leave the makeup, let's go"

i felt like i did a year ago. trapped.

"what are you gonna do? hit me" i chuckled

after i applied my last layer i put it away and gave myself one last look in the mirror. i realized he hadn't said anything to i looked through the mirror to see him.

he looked up at me and immediately looked away. it looked like he was.. crying? or atleast had tears in his eyes.

"look at me" i strictly, but calmly, directed

"what" he mumbled meeting my gaze in the mirror

"are you crying?" i asked trying to sound pitiful

"no" he quickly answered

i was about to believe him before he ran his hand across his eyes;

"you are crying, or atleast you were about to"

"i'm fine" he once again, very quickly said

"i didn't ask if you were fine or not, i asked if you were crying"

he looked to at me again with a surprised look. did he really believe i would pity him for what he did to me?

the mixture of feelings was definitely not helping me calm down at all. one minute i wanted to cry, the next i wanted to yell out of frustration.

i walked out of the bathroom and grabbed my old bag;

"cry me a river, babe"

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a/n: update 1/2 today