Just a Fling | ✓ |

19.

"You guys are worse than teenage girls." I mumbled, trying to grab my phone for the thousandth time. Only to be slapped away by Jacob.

"I'm too invested in this now." Jacob snatched my phone and placed it on top of the fridge. "He doesn't have to acknowledge you, I mean Sam said love. He could just say something simple. I'd never leave Lexi on read for two hours."

My heart twisted at his comment. Yeah, it's been that long. Two excruciatingly long hours waiting for Maddox to respond. Hell, I would have taken a 'k' at this point. Anything.

"You guys have had sex, he's admitted he likes you but can't handle a little text?" Sam added.

I just ignored them, pulling the bottle of whiskey from the fridge. It seemed like everyone was hoping he'd fuck up in some way. Like they were all pushing him to show his true colors. But, if this was his true self, I didn't want to be involved with him.

I poured two shots, grimacing between each gulp. But how would I have reacted if he were the one texting me? I don't think I'd ignore him.

Sam rubbed my back but I just pushed him away with a groan. "I'm fine. I wasn't even that invested."

I reached on top of the fridge and pulled my phone off before trudging into my room.

I debated on calling him, to clear the air. Then I said fuck it. Sams right. Let him wallow in his own feelings for a while. I tucked my headphones into my ear and started drawing, listening to some throwback songs to my teenage days.

Because that's what I felt like. A teenager playing with the emotions of a guy.

It felt so shady to make Maddox uncomfortable with a text I didn't even send. It went against everything I believed in.

Then my phone vibrated. I just about threw up with anxiousness. Wondering if it was Maddox finally getting back to me.

Lexi
10:37 pm
Is Jacob home?

I sighed deeply with disappointment. Then called her.

"Is that bastard home?" She just about screamed in my ear.

"Wow, no hello? What a friend." I mumbled, doodling little flowers. "What's going on?"

"He fucking, ugh. He told me he was at work but I called his work and he wasn't even on the schedule for today. Do you think he's cheating on me? That little bitch. I'll kill him, Ellie. I swear to-

"Good. Then I could kill Sam and we could dispose of the bodies together. I was thinking just weigh them down in the river." I muttered, the tip of my pencil breaking off mid sentence. Only causing me more grief. "He's home, lex. And I know for a fact he isn't cheating on you. Sam and him are gossiping in the kitchen like little girls."

She sighed with relief. "Why is he being like this, Ellie? Do you think he's going to break up with me?"

No, he's going to propose and he's probably scared out of his fucking mind.

"No, he loves you. Just relax. I'm sure he just got his work days wrong. I do it every day. Had it not been for Sam I'd think it was Thursday."

She paused, "It is Thursday, Ellie."

"My point just made." I grumbled. Why couldn't it be the weekend?

"What are they talking about?"

"How Maddox is a piece of crap that is scared of commitment and only sees me as a piece of ass." I groaned out, grabbing a pen. "He sends me flowers and texts me if I got them and Sam fucking takes my phone and pretty much tells him I love him and then he doesn't respond."