FORTY SEVEN

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❤︎ let's all take a deep breath....... this chapter contains a warning x
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He closed the door behind me as I was eloped into the darkness of his house. Without a word, he walked up the stairs and I followed, the feeling of tension lingering between us. As we entered his bedroom and he closed the door, I finally decided to speak.

"I came to check up on you. Everyone said you'd left." I began and looked at his back as he still faced the door.

"I'm fine." He sighed.

"Roman –"

"I said I'm fine, Sienna." He cut me off and turned back around. I watched as he shrugged off his suit jacket and hung it on his desk chair before undoing his tie and unbuttoning the top buttons of his dress shirt.

"I'm here if you want to talk. Is it about Emily and Chad?" I offered. He didn't look too in the mood for talking, however.

"I don't want to talk about it." he said and placed his tie by his jacket. "I suspected she had a thing with Chad anyways, they were practically eye-fucking the entire night. Plus, I heard them when I went to find her."

"Then why didn't you call her out? You let her treat you like shit."

"You told Skye you weren't going to the dance." He stated out of the blue. I was taken aback slightly by his harsh tone.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

He shook his head and laughed bitterly to himself. "Nothing. I'm going to take a shower. You can hang here for a bit if you want, I'm gonna make some food after anyways."

"Are you mad at me?" I couldn't help but ask. I couldn't see why he would be, but from the way he was acting towards me, I couldn't help but think for the worst.

"Why would I be mad at you?" he began to unbutton his shirt all the rest of the way down.

"I don't know, you see to be." I shrugged frustratedly. "And me going to the dance was a last-minute decision, I didn't think you needed to know."

He gruffly hummed, obviously bothered by something.

"Okay, what the hell is up?" I huffed and placed a hand on my hip.

"Did you have fun dancing with that new kid?" he asked. The randomness of the question took my aback again. What?

"His name is Oliver and yes." I answered as-a-matter-of-a-factly.

"Were you planning on having sex with him afterwards too?" he took me aback once again.

"Excuse me?" I blinked, slightly appalled by the invasiveness of what he had just asked. What kind of a question is that?

"You heard me, were you planning on letting him drag your pretty ass into his car and fuck you over the back seat?" his voice turned low and menacing as he walked towards me.

I couldn't even believe what I was hearing and pushed his chest, so he stepped back. "You're an ass." I snapped, hurt.

"I'm just asking a question."

"No, you're being an ass." I argued. He didn't look amused. "What? You can dance and have fun with Emily, but I can't dance and have fun with another boy?"

"That's not the point –"

"No, that is the point!" I exclaimed before coldly laughing to myself, running a hand over my hair. "You know, I really didn't pin you as this kind of guy."

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