' GLIMPSE OF US ' - vinnie hacker (sequel)

8; tell me, vinnie

i rise to my feet, but i don't get very far before breanna comes up to me. "hey, baby," she grins, making me put on a smile for her and kiss her head.

"hey, i'll be right back, i'm gonna-" she cut me off before i could finish.

"oh yeah, lola said hi."

i stop in my tracks, my smile dropping along with the arm i had put around her waist, "huh?"

"i spoke to lola," she shrugged, "welcomed her back. i figured one of us should."

i didn't respond, cause i didn't have anything nice to say. instead, i just turned around and headed straight towards the door.

i heard her calling my name, but didn't turn around. it's harder to control myself when i'm mad. she just made me mad. why am i so mad?

well, that's a no-brainer. she just talked to my ex-girlfriend without my permission, and without my supervision. i understand she's my girlfriend, but...

okay, that's not fair. she's my girlfriend, i should be on her side instead of lola's. but, i love lola. and i don't feel a thing for breanna.

that's fucked up on my part, not hers. but i can't control my feelings, can i? but i can control the situation, which i've obviously failed to do. but-

jesus christ, this is confusing.

i unlock my car doors, and go to get in, but breanna grabs my forearm.

"vin, what the fuck is up with you?!" she asked, and i can tell she's frustrated from the way her tone has changed. "why would you talk to her?!" i raised my voice unintentionally, my car keys jingling in my hand.

"because she used to be to be your 'best friend'!" she made air quotes with her fingers.

"what are you trying to say?" i scoff, although i've already gotten a pretty good idea on what she's trying to say. i hope that i'm wrong.

"tell me you guys never dated. tell me you guys never kissed. tell me you never loved her. do you think i'm stupid?!" her voice was still raised, but slightly lowered in more of passive-aggressive way.

i wasn't wrong.

"bre-" she cut me off before i could even finish her name.

"go ahead, vincent. tell me."

i turned my head in guilt, but before i could even come up with an excuse i noticed the amount of curious eyes pointed in our direction.

"i'm not fucking doing this shit here, breanna. get in the car." i lowered my voice, only wanting her to hear my words.

"you're so-"

"get in the car."

she let out an angry, defeated huff and went over to the passenger side before getting in. i got in as well and started the car, speeding away from the house we were previously in just minutes ago.

we sat in silence, the only thing making noise being the sound of the car revving.

i let out a long exhale, "why did you talk to her?"

"hm. i don't know, vinnie. i guess maybe i just wanted to see what's so great about her." she said with a shrug, obviously being passive-aggressive.

jesus, can we have one mature discussion without her finding a way to turn it into an argument?

"i'm trying to be mature about this, bre." i sighed.

"i didn't notice anything special. so, tell me, what is it? is it her long eyelashes, or her darkskin? tell me vinnie, tell me why the fuck she's so captivating?"

i felt my jaw tense up alot with the rest of my body, and i gripped the steering wheel harder. i stayed quiet, cause if i speak i'll say something i'll regret.

"oh, fuck me," i groaned when i saw the little light on my dashboard indicate that the car was running out of gas.

i turned into the nearest gas station and parked the car next to the pump, breanna staying with her arms crossed as i got out from the drivers seat.

i filled the car up, while she spoke with the window rolled down, "i don't like fighting. i know you think i do, but i don't. i just don't want you thinking about her anymore."

i threw my head back in frustration, both at myself and breanna. "i need a cigarette," i mumbled before i started walking towards the doors of the gas station, and i didn't need to look at her to know she was rolling her eyes.

she hates when i smoke, i've been doing it more lately. she's right, it's not healthy. i should stop, and i could. but i don't want to. i didn't do it with lola, she hated the smell. but lola is gone.

i walked in and went to the counter, before asking the kind man behind the counter for a pack of cigarettes. i lightly tapped my fingers on the counter in a pattern as he turned to get them, looking around the tiny store.

my hands froze when i saw her brown eyes looking at me from across the isle. she looked as shocked as i did, except she still looks beautiful in that state of confusion.

"lola?" i spoke softly, just to make sure she was real. she opened her mouth to speak, or at least i think to speak. but before any words came out nailea was standing next to her, not paying any mind to my presence as she started conversation with lola.

the guy handed the pack of cigarettes to me, and i quickly paid him before walking quickly out of the gas station. i know that if nailea sees me, i won't have a choice of whether or not to speak to them.

i walk to my car and get in, breanna looking over at me. "can i play some music?"

"yeah." i nodded, pulling a lighter from the console, "play some music."

♤♤♤♤
authors note

I LOVE THIS CHAPTER SM U GUYS DONT UNDERSTAND

vinnie n lola being only a few feet apart for the first time in MONTHS? everyone dance!!!

VINNIE SMOKING SO HOT MMM

how are yall? hope ur day was good <3

i recently got into cigarettes after sex, their music so good omg

ok nightnight MWAH ily