Clouds 𝓸𝓯 Grey || #3 [working on editing]

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐲-𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧.

song for chapter is Slow Down by Why Don't We in the media above.

057| A Strain

~K O M I S O L A~

Seeing Ibrahim annoyed me to the core. He'd done nothing wrong, and he sure didn't offend me but maybe it was the fact that out of all people he could date, Ameenah was the best option.

Scratch that.

It was the fact.

He'd put a strain on our relationship by doing so.

I wondered if both of them had come to a sort of agreement or contractual relationship because I was not understanding shit. Ibrahim was quick to observe things so how could he not see she didn't like him?

Why was I even angry? He was the one who made the decision himself.

And now that he was coming up to me, I really wished the ground would open up and consume me. I didn't want to talk to him. I don't know if it was possible to do that without bombarding him with questions on why he was dating the Ameenah Ahmed.

"Hey," he greeted, taking his seat and settling down beside me. I eyed him as he moved my water bottle closer to me. Hanniel would pick it up and hold it throughout our conversations. And the random snatching of my ear pods too to tell me all about his day.

Hanniel wasn't even here but I was thinking about him.

You miss him.

I wouldn't deny that. I've changed.

"What's up?" Ibrahim asked, seeing that I wasn't eager to give a response to him.

I shrugged lazily. "Nothing. I'm listening to music."

Ibrahim nodded. "That's cool," he said.

Hanniel would have taken my earpods already, played the song, criticized it even when I didn't ask him to and then listen to it with me no matter how good or bad it was for him.

But Ibrahim wasn't Hanniel.

The atmosphere was pregnant with silence, an awkward air lingering around us. Usually, I didn't have to say much when I was with Ibrahim, he was always the one who made up a conversation. Boring conversations about sports, but interesting ones about novels, Greek mythology, and all of that. But today I think he could sense that I was trying to push him away. Avoid him.

"Are you okay?" he questioned, eyes seeking into mine, causing me to clear my throat involuntarily. "You miss Hanniel, don't you?"

"Why do you ask?" It was good to feign ignorance at times, but other times it was of no use.

"I noticed something. You and Ameenah, you've got this weird thing going on-"

"Aren't you dating her?" I interrupted. I didn't even know where that came from or how I said it but I did. And I had to say it.

Ibrahim gave me a small smile, looking away from me briefly. "That got around quickly."

I fought the urge to roll my eyes.

"My relationship with Ameenah is weird. We both needed distractions, and it's funny because we like different people."

Wait, he knew?

"Ameenah likes Hanniel, and so do you."

I was sure I looked like a deer caught in headlights. "You know you can't even deny it," Ibrahim added, shaking his head to assure me there was no convincing him otherwise. So I didn't deny it. What was the use of denying it anyways? Ibrahim wasn't the type to tattle to everyone and anyone.