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"You know what?" He sat down on the edge of my bed.
I shook my head no, giving him a weird look. "You've become slightly more tolerable today"
"I'm glad"
"Don't get your hopes up tho" he stood up again and walked towards the bath...
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Isla sat on the bed for a while, just starring into the wall. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks as she held on to the small diamond hanging around her neck.
She couldn't help but blame herself for the distance the two, once lovers, had gotten in between them.
The tears quickly turned into sobs. The girl curled into a ball on the bed, laying in that position for what felt like hours until the sound of her phone ringing interrupted the silence.
"What?" Islas voice were hoarse from the crying.
"Ohhh girl, who hurt you?" Amina asked in the other end.
"No one"
Amina, of course, saw right through the lie but decided not to dig deeper. "We're sleeping over at Erins, be ready in 15"
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The trio sat in Erins bed eating snacks and applying face masks. Being with her besties had really helped Isla to get her mind off of the whole Mattia situation. She had explained them everything, the girls didn't say much which was nice, they just comforted her.
"But I'm a bad bitch" Isla said as she did a hair flip, making the girls laugh at the sassiness.
"PREACHHHH" Erin applauded, adding in on the laughing.
The girls spend the night doing what ever girls do on a sleepover; braiding each other's hair, painting nails, eating loads of snacks and drooling over young Leo DiCaprio.
"No way" Erin almost whisper shouted, a shocked expression filled her face. She was scrolling through Instagram and had come across a picture on a tea page.
"What?" Amina asked as she took the phone out of her hands. Her face turned weird too, making Isla suspicious too.
"What's wrong?" None of the girls answered, they just looked at each other in disbelief. "Give me the phone" Isla snapped it from Aminas hands, as she saw the picture on the screen her world stopped.
It was Mattia, kissing another girl.
"No" tears started forming in her eyes. "This isn't right"
"I'm so sorry babe" Erin said softly as she reached for the brunettes hand. The tears were now rolling rapidly down Islas cheeks, leaving mascara stains on them.
"That son of a bitch" she whispered as she kept starring at the picture.
Islas best friends stayed silent, none of them knowing what to say. And maybe it was for the better, 'cause nothing could help on how Isla felt right now.
She went home early, telling the girls she needed some space. The rest of the weekend was spent in her bed, crying and preparing on what she wanted to say to him, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't seem to find the right words.
Her phone were glowing with missed calls from the boys, messages and comments on her TikTok about Mattia, but the girl decided on ignoring all of it.
As she sat all alone in her bed, she couldn't help but blame herself. Wasn't she good enough?
All she wanted to do was cuddle up in Mattias arms, but on the other side she never wanted to see him again. She hated that he put her in that situation. Anger soon cancelled the sadness; She hated him. Yet, she couldn't help but still love him.
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As Sunday arrived, the girl was still laying in bed. She had 28 missed calls from Mattia, and loads from her other friends too. The only socialising she had done was when Maria would come down and talk for a while, giving her some motherly hugs and good advice.
The girl was playing around with the small diamond pendant on the necklace when footsteps were heard on the stairs. In walked the Italian, guilt plastered on his face.
He placed his suitcase at his bed before walking to her. "I'm so so sorry Isla"
He reached out for a hug but Isla cut him off. "No" she fought hard to hold back her tears, she wouldn't let them roll down her cheeks again. She wouldn't want him to see her at her most vulnerable. "Why Mattia?"
The boy shrugged his shoulders. He didn't have an answer. He didn't have a reason.
He knew he had screwed everything up between the two, and the only thing he wanted to do was embrace her and tell her how much he loved her. He hated himself at the moment, seeing how worthless he made her feel.
"I.." Mattia ran a hand through his dark hair. He wanted to express how he felt, but he was empty for words. "I... i don't know"
Isla rose her brows in disbelief. "Fuck you Mattia" She once again had her hands around the necklace she was wearing, this time she ripped it off, throwing it somewhere on the floor. "Fuck you and your pride"
The brunette walked upstairs and left the house in rage, leaving the Italian alone, on the edge of her bed.
"Why do I always have to fuck it up" he yelled out in frustration as he kicked the wall.
He quickly grabbed his phone and dialled one of the only number he knew by heart. "Pick the fuck up" he whisper shouted as he waited for Alejandro to answer his call.
"What's up bruh?"
"Like you don't know already" Mattia groaned angrily into the phone.
"It's your own fault" Alejandro said, clearly he thought Mattia was an idiot too.
"I didn't even like Cynthia. I just wanted the attention"
"'Cause you're such an attention whore. And look at where that got you"
"You're not helping Ale. Why d'you even know how she reacted?" Mattia asked, genuinely confused.
"Bro. My girlfriend happens to be her best friend, of course I know" Alejandro answered, making Mattia feel even more dumb.
"What do I say make it alright again?"
"You tell her how you feel, and you SHOW it. Don't be a dick, show her how you feel" Alejandro answered, sounding like a whole therapist or something.
"Aight" Mattia let out a deep sigh. "Thanks" He hung up the phone as he walked to his own bed. He sat there for hours without moving, only waiting for her to come home.
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