Page 8 of Would You Rather
I always end up back there, in that damned closet. Five feet of space that haunts my every thought.
My feet drag as I attempt to keep my eyes open long enough until I can get some caffeine. I’d take it in an IV if possible. When I lift my eyes and spot Gabi leaning against the wall, staring down at her phone, I relax a little, knowing that I’m almost there.
I met Gabriella freshman year, so it’s been a little over two years since we were paired as roommates, and become friends ever since. But that girl has too much energy. Like a puppy or a kid hooked on candy.
So when I see her look up at me with a grin on her face, my eyes narrow in suspicion. “What’s going on?” I ask her when she stands in front of the door, blocking me from my caffeinated happiness.
A smirk breaks out on her face as she holds her phone out to me. “Anything you want to tell me?”
I grab her phone and glance down at the screen, my eyes widening when I see the mention of my name. I quickly swipe, scrolling down to see what the hell is going on.
Lucas Silva has a new girlfriend!
“What?” I practically yell.
Scrolling down further, I spot a picture of me, or more accurately, of Lucas holding me in his arms like a baby. We’re drenched from the rain, my hair a complete mess stuck to my face, and my eyes are widened in shock.
I can still feel the way my stomach dropped when he picked me up in that elevator. I didn’t even realize the doors had opened. I was stuck, thinking back to the darkness, the hours I spent alone with no one else to talk to. So when I finally came to, I was more than a little shocked that I was halfway up in the air, in the arms of a stranger.
Little did I know it would end up all over the internet.
I scroll down again and scan the article, my head shaking in bewilderment the more I read. Lines and lines of absolute lies about how I’m his secret girlfriend, and we’re finally announcing our relationship. Who the hell is this guy?
My brows furrow as I keep reading. A picture of him shows up, and my eyes linger on it. I remember thinking he was attractive yesterday, but this picture is another level.
“When did this happen?” Gabi asks. “And why didn’t I know about it?”
“It didn’t,” I say, keeping my eyes on the screen. “I only met him yesterday.”
“Wait, so you don’t know who he is?” she asks.
I lift my head and sigh. “No, I don’t. This is all bullshit,” I tell her, giving her phone back before pushing the doors open to the café.
“Woah,” she says, trailing behind me. “I’m going to need more information. How did you meet? Where did you meet? Why’s he holding you? Did you kiss? Is he single? Did you get his number?”
“Gabi,” I cut her off. “I’m running on two hours of sleep. Let me have my fix first, and then I’ll be more inclined to answer those questions.”
“Oh my god. Something happened, didn’t it?”
I turn to face her and lift my eyebrows. “Do you even know me?”
She scoffs, shaking her head. “Right.”
“What can I get you?” I lift my eyes to see a warm smile from the barista in front of me.
“I’ll have a medium brewed coffee with two pumps of vanilla syrup and a hint of caramel drizzle, please,” I tell her, pulling out my wallet.
“Coming right up,” she says before heading into the back.
“So this guy,” Gabi asks, moving out of the way while I wait for my drink. “He just picked you up?”
“We’re still talking about that?”
“C’mon,” she says, giving me a smirk. “This is huge.”
My shoulders lift in a shrug. “It’s nothing. I don’t even know the guy. It all happened so fast.”
“Where did you meet, though?” she asks, furrowing her brows. “How did you end up in his arms?”
