Telepatía

33 | palliate

The man is practically obsessed with her, and I can't blame him.

Kade [2:10 am]: What did that evil spawn want from you? I knew she was up to no good the minute I saw her.

I couldn't help but laugh at his way of showing his dislike for the girl. I could serve him the juiciest gossip for breakfast, and he'd still be left starving for more.

Amidst the flurry of messages, one stood out, a thread of messages from Theo that unknowingly sent shivers down my spine.

My heart quickened as I tried to decipher the meaning behind those words. The room felt smaller, suffused with a tension that lingered in the air. The lingering memories of the night spurred a sense of unease, but curiosity gripped me tighter.

I bit my lip and tossed and turned in my sheets, only finding stillness when my face pressed into the pillow, momentarily cutting off my oxygen.

Rolling onto my back, I stared at the blank expanse of the ceiling. Was I too much last night?

While being chauffeured back home, all I could think about was the way Theo's eyes met mine across the room. I deliberately avoided him, but it felt wrong. My heart ached to witness the look on his face.

I stood on the precipice of rushing back to him and to claim him as mine, once and for all. It was evident Elle still had a strong hold on him, even if he didn't realize it. But I was his present, and I was determined to prove that.

Crossing paths with Russell was both a curse and a blessing.

Looking back at the party, it felt like a piece of my heart had been wrenched out, left outside Theo's bedroom. Had I always been this sensitive?

I couldn't bear the weight of jealousy anymore, and his lack of reassurance that Elle is only in the past gives me a harsh reality check on where I stand in his life.

But who am I to demand anything from him? As he's reminded me, nothing is going on between us, not romantically, anyway.

I suppose I have only myself to blame for feeling this way about a boy uncertain of me. Despite all my attempts to draw closer to him, I'm still light-years away from Elle's impact on him.

Ugh, I hate this. It stings my eyes and chips away at the only thing I have left— my self-esteem.

Theo [1:29 am]: Did you get home safely?

I can feel my chest tighten at his text. At least he cares enough to ask if I got home safely.

Theo [4:10 am]: Good morning, I hope you slept well. Still up for the beach?

I bite my lip, feeling an unconscious urge to curl into a helpless ball. God, why am I so defenseless when it comes to this boy?

Theo [4:32 am]: What time should I pick you up?

Theo [4:40 am]: I'm sorry about last night...

With an exasperated sigh, I close the chat and scroll through my contacts. I click on a familiar name and wait for it to ring.

"Thought I wouldn't hear from you," a deep voice on the other line greets, clearly just waking up. I hear shuffling and muffled grunts.

"You up for an adventure?"

A mumble precedes a chuckle. "At this time? Fuck no. But I'm always up for you."

I can't help but twist my face with amusement, biting my lip to contain my laughter. "Good. I'm not giving you a choice. Pick me up in twenty?"