Interrupt

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Y/n's house;

I hesitated knocking on the door, but I did. Her mom opened it, she let me walk in, and go up stairs to
Y/n's room. Again, I hesitated, but still did it
"Who is it"

"A-Alex"

I stuttered. She stood quiet for a second. Minutes later, she opened the door. I'm guessing she was changing. Her hair was wet like if she just took a shower, even without makeup, she still looked like a queen, my queen to be exact.

"Sorry, did I Interrupt anything?"
"oh, no, come on in, I just got out the shower"

She stepped aside for me to walk into her room.
I walked in and she closed the door. We both sat down on her bed

"S000?"
She grabbed the towel and started drying her hair with it.

"Sooo"
"tell me why we're you avoiding me last night"

She put her towel down
"I was at a party"
"at a party?"

She didn't seem convinced
"mhm Carlos made me"

I slightly chuckled
"okayy, then why did you leave?"
"Oh, I didn't want to ruin the moment for you and
vinnie"

I avoided eye contact

"you were fine plus I came with you to Santa Monica not with him"
"okayy, but he had asked you out, I thought you might want to be with him alone"
"I'm always with him now tell me what did you want
to tell me last night?"
"nahh, there's no point for me tell you now"
"then why did you come to my house?"
"I came to tell you sorry for leaving like nothing"
Y-okay?

She seemed mad? Annoyed
"I hate talking over text, I prefer talking in person
face to face"

I let out a small laugh to lighten up the mood

"I should get going now"
"Promise you won't do anything stupid"

She grabbed my hand. I looked down, at our hands touching each other. I chuckled.

"Promise me Alexander"
"okay, okay, I promise Y/n"
"Good"
"See you at school tomorrow"
"I'll be there"
"Good Oh an-"

Before I could finish my sentence, I was interrupted by someone I hate

"Babe oh-"

I saw vinnie walk out from her bathroom with
nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, not only that, but he had scratches and hickey's all over his neck going down to his chest.

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