﹙ ✴︎ ﹚ “ are you seriously that fucked up right now? ” bitting down on his bottom lip for a second as he looks them over, he gives a slight shake of his head. “ … alright, come on. i’m taking you home. ”

" i'm fine, lukas. " though, the way that xiomara's tripping over herself says otherwise. lips curl upwards into a grin as she tilts her head to the side, amusement in her eyes. " don't tell me you're worried about me. that's cute. "

joshua cannot help but to clench jaw but nothing is said right now . he didn't come here to argue and fight with alexandra . he wanted her back and had no desire to push her away . " babe , come on . i know you miss me too . "

the thought of walking away crosses her mind . not that she thought he'd really let her do that . the last thing she wanted to do was argue with him in the middle of a gathering where all their friends were . alexandra's brows furrow , eyes narrowing in his direction . " don't call me that . you don't get to do that anymore . " arms cross over her chest , scoffing underneath her breath . " that doesn't matter . you made your choice , joshua . it's done . "

" you wanted to see how i've been ? " she repeats , an edge to her tone . a warning . there's a scoff that leaves her lips , eyes narrowing in his direction . she allows the silence to linger for a moment , only because it stopped her from yelling at him . " do you have any idea how hard it is to move on from someone who you can't escape ? i turn my tv on , you're there . go to interviews , they mention you . i go to fucking work , they're asking if i knew about you and your new fucking girlfriend . so , i'm so happy that it was easy for you to move on . 'cause , i can't . not when you are literally everywhere . including my fucking house . so , that's how i'm doing , dakota . "

his words only make kaia angrier , something that was evident on their features . her head was turned away from him , trying ( and failing ) to compose herself . kaia turns back towards mateo , frustration and anger clear in their eyes . " i don't want your fuckin' help , mateo . why is that impossible for you to get through your thick fuckin' skull ? i am fine . i told you , i'm taking my goddamn meds . " though , if that was true , she wouldn't be this quick to such intense anger . " do you want to test me ? would that make you leave me the fuck alone ? "

this  was  all  easier  said  than  done.    imagining  herself  walking  out  the  door,    leaving  everything  behind,    it  felt  more  like  a  fever  dream  than  a  potential  reality.    would  he  let  her  leave?    could  she  walk  out  of  this  unscathed?    oliver’s  hand  in  hers  told  her  that  she  could,    that  she  would    –    she’d  do  whatever  it  took  to  keep  him  looking  at  her  the  way  that  he  was  right  now.    she  nods,    tears  brimming  her  eyelids.    ❛  okay.    okay.    i  trust  you,    but-    if  he  finds  out  why  i’m  leaving…    he’ll  come  for  both  of  us.  ❜

oliver doesn't know much about her husband. all he knows is that he's a piece a shit. one who scared the living shit out of este ; and that was enough to make him hate the other man. head shakes at the woman's words, not wanting her to be so scared of what could happen. ❛ hey, no. we're not going to do this, este. i promise you he's not going to hurt anyone. i'll kill him before i let him hurt you. ❜ and it scared oliver how much he meant that.

"no, actually, bullshit is the fact that i have never treated you like this because i was hanging out with some asshole." hell, hailey would cancel on her exes to hang out with vivian. isn't that what a good friend would do? why couldn't vivian be a good friend too? "specially not, and i cannot stress this enough, for a guy that looks like anyone in a fucking goddamn gas station." she knew, she knew that insulting the guy vivi was in love with didn't help the situation, she couldn't really help herself though. "have you seen me? like, have you actually looked me?" there is a pause, as though vivian actually needed to look her over. "i could have anyone i wanted in this world. you think if i wanted you i would be here begging for, what? scraps of attention from a girl who is clearly into someone else? friendship is supposed to matter more than a stupid crush." she rolls her eyes, "you know what? nevermind, vivi. i'm good. i'm over you. you have fun in six months when you two break up and then you are all alone, single and friendless. i hope it's fucking worth it."

vivian truly doesn't know how she's meant to deal with this argument. it wasn't the first time they've argued with vivi pursed a guy. brows arch in the slightest at the insult towards her boyfriend, refusing to allow herself to get as angry as hailey clearly was. "well, now you just sound jealous." words are muttered underneath her voice, taking a small step away from the blonde. of course vivian didn't want to lose her best friend. but, she couldn't fix this when hailey refused to tell her the real reason why her having a boyfriend bothered her. "if that's how you feel, then fine. i'll just go."

he  wants  to  pry.    the  angel  on  his  shoulder  is  warning  him  not  to  but  the  devil,    on  the  other  hand,    is  a  peer  pressuring  monster.    he  shakes  his  head,    declaring  her  answer    (  or  lack  thereof  )    unacceptable.    ❛  oh,    c’mon,    you  can’t  do  that!  ❜    drew  says,    ❛  you  can’t  just  say  that  someone  isn’t  your  type  and  then  claim  to  not  have  a  type  when  i  ask  what  your  type  is.    obviously you  have  an  outline,    or  you  wouldn’t  have  ruled  him  out  so  quickly.    so  what  was  it  about  him  that  wasn’t  your  type?    we  can  start  there.  ❜    he  only  hoped  that  his  sudden  interest  in  her  romantic  endeavors  wasn’t  too  obvious,    that  she  wasn’t  growing  suspicious  by  the  second.  

she should've known better. if anyone could read her like a book, it would be drew. in fact, she's sure that he's the only one that could really read her at all. just another reason why she liked him so much. a short laugh followed by a sigh left alexandra, teeth sinking into her lower lip for a quick moment. maybe she should be more curious on the sudden interest in her love life, especially considering he's never really asked about it this much. but, she was happy to have the attention from him. ❛ well, he was pushy. narcissist. an asshole. not really into assholes, drew. ❜ she teases, leaning against the wall and allowing herself to shift closer. ❛ i guess i need someone that really understands me without me having to explain everything going on in my head. someone patient. someone who gives a shit about me and everything chaotic in my life. my dreams ; all that fun stuff. ❜ a breath leaves her, finally meeting his gaze. ❛ which is too much to ask right now. so, i'll be single forever. ❜

" i miss the way you say my name . " / @fatedtragedy . the death of peace of mind by bad omens .

" don't . " the word leaves alexandra quickly and harshly , holding her hand out to cut him off . she refused to do this with him right now , or ever for that matter . " don't start this right now , i mean it . "

gnawing  at  the  inside  of  her  cheek  ,  unaware  of  the  very  fact  that  she's  been  holding  her  breath  until  she  releases  .   "  can  we  please  just  talk  about  this  ?  "  she  asks  ,  running  an  intricately  manicured  hand  through  her  hair  .   "  you've  been  avoiding  me  .  i  know  why  ,  and  i'm  not  here  for  an  answer  .  i'm  here  'cause  ,  fuck  ,  you  need  to  learn  to  face  your  shit  instead  of  avoiding  me  like  a  coward  .  "

" there's nothing for us to talk about . " that wasn't true and oliver knew it . it was plenty for them to talk about , he just wasn't in the mood for it . he scoffs at her words , jaw tightening as he desperately tries to push that familiar feeling of anger down . " i told you to get the fuck out . "