#𝟑 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘
𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀 : She claimed to hate him, but for what reason? She went around with a "bitchy" personality, not wanting people to see through her. Her life was slowly crumbling into pieces, but he was always there to...
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I blow dry my hair and style it, taking one glance at Nico who's fast asleep on the floor. I don't care that he slept on the floor.
I immediately look away when he lets out a low grunt, standing up. He walks towards the bathroom.
I bite down on my bottom lip anxiously, why does it feel like that? Why do I feel like that?
Focus.
On a side note, I wanna take pictures. I put on a white van cleef bracelet my dad bought me.
The shower starts running, well he's obviously naked— I curse myself for even thing about that. I mean, who cares? Not me. Not at all.
I don't care.
I change into a white dress, ignoring my phone that was currently blowing up. I grab it, throwing it into my purse.
I turn my head around when I hear a click, initiating that the door is now unlocked. Obviously.
Nico walks out in a pair of sweats and a black hoodie, is he serious? It's fucking brutal outside.
I take a glance at Nico's damp hair.
"Is that seriously what you're wearing?" I chuckle crossing my arms. I sound like a mom right now.
He doesn't respond. In fact, he grabs his phone, walking away. The door shuts behind him.
I don't care. Who cares? Not me. Actually, that's exactly what I want.
I pull my phone out, staring at the billion messages from Lana.
They're all articles about who? Me. Mostly commenting about my body. And how my fathers a maniac.
My eyes widen when one in particular meets my eyes, I click on it. Me and Nico.
Me leaning against the wall, my head thrown back. Nicos hand on my waist, his knee in between my legs all while he's licking his drink off my fucking boobs.
My dad is going to kill me. Scratch that, I'm going to kill myself.
My eyes linger on the caption for a little too long. Whatever, I don't care.
You know what always makes me feel better? Coffee.
...
I stop in front of the café we ate at yesterday.
I push open the door, fixated on my phone. It was quiet, assuming it just opened.
