Pretty Boy [bxb] | ✔️

• Chapter fifty-three: Please don't leave me

The whole thing is my fault and I can't believe I let myself blame Alex for even a second.

Then again, he didn't listen to me either, or at least try to believe me. Intentions over actions, right? Whether or not I was 'flirting', it was not my intention to do so. But, maybe I should know when to draw the line at friendliness and when I'm toeing it. I don't know when I'm toeing it, though, because we never set those boundaries.

Oh, I really don't know. I can't handle conflict at all. Now my brain is the one having a go at me, and I don't blame it.

It was supposed to be the perfect evening, and we were going to have sex, and I was going to spend the night, and we were going to eat pancakes for breakfast. I ruined that. I was really looking forward to it and now those plans are just gone. Most importantly, I caused Alex to feel angry.

"Oh, bub," Sofia whispers, hugging me to her and kissing the top of my head. "I'm guessing you don't want to talk about it, huh."

I shake my head and fix my focus onto the T.V.; an attempt to stop crying, and it works. I wipe them away from my cheeks.

It's the episode where Rachel and Ross are fighting about whether or not they were on a break. They were, and that's a fact. I think about how I would react if Alex would ever say that he wants a break. I would be too distraught to go out and sleep with another person, and that's something I hate about Ross. Does he not care enough about Rachel to easily be able to move onto the next person, no matter how angry he was or if it was just sex? He should have known that it would hurt her, thinking they were broken up or not. I mean, it was the same day.

Although it wouldn't be a proper break up, I'd still break inside if Alex and I went on a break.

Wanting to steer my mind away from such thoughts, I get my phone out of my pocket. I have no texts from Alex. I don't want to message first because I don't want to piss him off further or to have another fight. I'm ready to make up now, but I don't know if he is. I think it's best to give him some space and maybe message him in the morning if he doesn't message first tonight.

My phone pings with a text, but it's only Kenzie.

Not only a second later, she's facetiming me.

I get up front the sofa, but before I can leave the room, Sofia calls over to me, "Matty?" I turn around. "Is it alright if you drive me to my doctor's appointment tomorrow? Luca has the car and won't be back until tomorrow afternoon."

"Of course," I say. "Didn't you tell him that you had the appointment?"

"No, I forgot. Baby brain," She responds, rolling her eyes at herself. "Go have your facetime call, you're making the girl wait."

Frowning, I worry about what this would be like when she does have the baby—sharing a car, I mean. She doesn't have the money to buy one for herself as the job that she does have doesn't pay enough to allow her to afford a car along with all the expenses that come with having a child.