"What-" Your eyes widen, confusion and bewilderment paces through you.
The edge and concealed bitterment in his voice only grows as he precedes to repeat, "Do."
"You."
"Like."
"This."
"Friend?"
"What-" You're even more bewildered the second time.
Of course you like your friend- he's your friend.
He scowls looking away, giving up seeing that it was going nowhere.
"Nevermind." He hisses, getting up.
You can't help but notice that his knuckles were turning white, his nails digging into his palms making the yellow skin turn red.
He just stands there, not facing you. His expression unreadable.
A sickening tight quiet hugs you tightly.
"..."
He turns back towards you, a relaxed smile on his face.
"If I were to let you go out with this friend I'd need to go with you Darling..."
He steps forward, a sudden confidence around him.
His hand raises and brushes a strand of hair out of your face before gently cupping your chin, tilting your head up leaning into your ear whispering, "I'm a wanted man dear and that just isn't possible."
You swallow thickly stepping away shaking him off, rolling ideas around in your head trying to think of something. To make both sides happy and while also keeping the harm down to a small percentage. Hopefully none if you're lucky.
You open your mouth to speak dread growing by the minute only to be paused before increasing when your phone blares from the couch ringing annoyingly.
You curse wincing cupping your ear. You hadn't remembered that you turned it up that loud.
Wally also pauses his eyes trailing behind you over to the small ringing device. His eyes narrowed.
Before you could do anything Wally suddenly pushes past you.
His shoulder roughly knocking yours, making you stumble to the side as the tall male streamlines for the device.
You shake your head, tenderly rubbing your shoulder. Once you realize what he was planning on doing you quickly snap back into your senses and rush after him.
Wally was already towering over your phone. The small device in his colossal hands.
The phone had gone silent.
You prayed it would stay that way but luck wasn't on your side when the black rectangle lit up once again starting to ring, wanting attention.
Your ringtone sounded out as the device vibrated in his hands.
You reach out in a final effort to maybe have a bit of control over the situation but Wally wasn't having any of it as he effortlessly held it over your head out of reach.
You give a small jump, hands flailing but that only makes him raise it higher. His face deadpan as he stares at you then the phone.
"Stop that!! Give it back you jerk!!" You shout, swiping your hand. You felt so stupid jumping up for your phone like a little kid.
Your (design) phone case is visible before being covered as he adjusts his hand to get a look at the caller's name and ID if it was an unknown number.
The room goes still, the air tense.
"..."
"Oliver..." You manage to hear him mutter under his breath, his tone full of venom and malice. His eyes never left the screen as it rang for the 3rd time.
The hand by his side flexs rhythmically.
Open.
Close.
Open.
Close.
As if soothing but also maybe restraining himself...?
You swear it looked like your phone was about to shatter in his hands under the strain.
He breaks the quiet again as he repeats Oliver's name but this time a bit louder.
You didn't know what to do.
You could practically see the gears turning in his sharp mind as the phone went quiet stopping in its tracks.
You mentally beg for there to be no more calls, especially from him.
As if on cue it rings again for the fourth time. You jinxed yourself.
YOU FUCKING JINXED YOURSELF AGAIN–
As this war rages on in your mind Wally seems to have come up without what he was going to do.
You blink several times watching his finger move from its resting position before clicking answer.
Time freezes.
You completely pale, your jaw dropping.
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Authors Note:
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(I hope you have a good rest of your day/afternoon/night!! Thx for reading ^^)
(Next chapter is already in the works.)
-Didn't proof read.
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