she could feel the rift in the conversation, and the way his tone of voice suddenly changed. it’s not like she oblivious, it’s not like she didn’t know he had been sent to distract her. but now? she didn’t know what his motive was. especially considering dylan was getting sloppier, trying less and less to hide what he was doing, as if he wanted her to find out. she ruffles through her hair, and lets out a tiny shrug and a huff of breath to go with it as she leaned against the kitchen counter that wasn’t hers. “look around, everett. nothing here is mine.” and yet she had been living with dylan for over a year, everything they had - was thanks to him. and he did well to remind her of that when she was busting her ass waiting tables at wing-house. it was an easy job, not the one she wanted.. but it had to be a stepping stone to somewhere. then again, it seemed like all the girls working there had some big dream, but to dylan? he just liked the fact he could show her off to his friends, and get away with flirting with her coworkers, saying it’s all business. “but i do feel trapped.” she countered, her gaze flickered up to watch him from across the room as he helped clean up, her features softening. “my dad died when i was sixteen, and my mom – i haven’t seen her in almost three years. my sister lives in a flat with four other people and they’re so - different. all they care about is playing music and drinking and throwing parties –” she didn’t want that it was hard enough to live with strangers anyways, but nelli and nicole, despite being identical, were as different as night and day. “i felt so alone when i was in the city.” she glances down for a moment, before clearing her throat and shaking her head. it didn’t matter, she didn’t have enough money to afford her own place yet – and she couldn’t drop out of school again. her tiny frame maneuvers past him to the sink, loading up the dishwasher to keep her busy. she hates being accused, she hates feeling backed into a corner, and so she gets defensive. turning on her heels, if they were confronting each other – she could do it to. “i could say the same thing about you. why are you even – friends with him? you obviously don’t like him as a person, he treats you like shit - expects you to just go along with his plans without a word. i mean, he made you distract his girlfriend so he could go fuck someone else. and turns out, you’d rather be here with me, than out with him. or – i’m wrong, and you really don’t care about me at all, right?”
guilt. he tries to avoid the damned thing as much as possible, that unsettling pit in his stomach when he knows his conscience has strayed from morality; yet his choice of actions regarding the entire situation would’ve inevitably led him towards the emotion anyhow. how could it not? for months now, he’d been poorly covering for his best friend while the other went off and cheated on a girlfriend that everett liked more than he desired to. if he had spoken up, decided not to encourage dylan’s indulgences of infidelity, neither of them would be here. though there was a silver lining, as the duo had become closer than he would ever have expected with any of his best friend’s girlfriends, but the reasoning behind that bond was the same reasoning for that guilt that was beginning to overcome every time he saw her. “ i’m sorry. ” it’s the second instance he’s said it in such a short span of time, but the male is coming up blank on what else to say to the girl. he was an imposter, didn’t really fit in with her --- hadn’t worked a day in his life and wouldn’t have to even consider the idea until much after grad school because of his family’s class status. his life was handed to him on a silver platter, mother doting on him and father making up for the missed occasions in the form of gifts. for failing to place his sixteenth birthday over a business trip ( while she had spent her sixteenth year of life mourning her father’s death ), everett had been awarded a brand new range rover, and for his lack of presence at the male’s graduation, a spacious loft near campus. he and nicole lived different lives. she didn’t have the benefit of daddy’s credit card or a trust fund to dip into when the urge to run away started surfacing; the girl had to work for everything she had, and even that seemed to be barely scraping by considering the fact that their apartment settled under dylan’s name. “ but you’re not alone now. i’m your friend. and i wouldn’t just leave you in the dust if you two every broke up. ” it’s not like the guilt would allow him to, anyhow. his figure leans up against a nearby counter, the hard edge digging into his back while arms crossed over his chest, a brow raising at the sudden turn of events. in a matter of a few sentences, the interrogation had flipped upon him, and he’s not too fond of the idea. “ not that it matters, but i can’t just ditch him. i’ve known him since i was seven, so obviously my loyalty had been with dylan when he started cheating on you.. but things are different now. i wasn’t expecting to ever feel bad for you, much less to care or want better for you. it’s all just a shit situation no matter where you look at it. ”
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