Inevitable

home

I wake up in a daze, I have no clue how long I've been here.
What if I slept over?
Holy shit.

I check my phone, mom hasn't called.
It's ten twenty, It's only been half an hour.
Thank god.
I look around, rubbing my eyes.
Adam is nowhere to be seen.

My stomach starts rumbling.
Great.
I'm in his apartment, wearing his clothes, sleeping in his coach and now I'm hungry too.
I owe him too much.

I open my phone.

2 new messages from Ahmed.

I swallow.
What does he have to say about what he did?
Why would he ever text me again?
Should I even open it?
I take a deep breath, and I open our chat.

Ahmed: If you think I'll let you be after what you did, then you're funny.

Ahmed: little slut.

I shouldn't let him get to me.
He's just saying these things because he's embarrassed that I left him naked in David's car and threw his clothes in the garbage.
I'm sick of acting polite.

Me: hope your underwear didn't get stained. xo

I actually giggle as I hit send, this is funnier than I thought it'd be.
He doesn't reply right away, and I thank god for that.
I don't want to deal with him right now.

I look around once again, and I decide to go the bathroom again.
I pee, and then I wash my face, my stomach growling.
Shit, I'm really hungry.
I haven't eaten in the diner, I haven't even had that chance to drink my milkshake.
I should go finish the hot chocolate, or the cold chocolate now that's it's been there for nearly an hour.

I exit the bathroom, and I'm overwhelmed by the smell of whatever is in the kitchen.
I look around and Adam's there, taking food out of a bag.

"Are you hungry?" He asks, without taking his eyes off the bag.
I stay quiet, and I have no clue why I can't form words.
I've been doing this a lot around him.

He looks up at me, raising his eyebrows just like he did back at my house.
"A little.." I lie, and he gestures towards chair across him.
The kitchen island is filled with bags and I have no idea what they contain.
I nod, but I have to keep my phone near me incase my mom calls.

I walk to the couch where I fell asleep, checking my phone.
Ahmed hasn't texted me back yet, but he saw my message.
Nothing new.
I sit in the stool across Adam, and he's fetching plates for whatever we're eating.
I put my phone on the table, and convince myself to enjoy this meal.

"Hope you're not vegan." He says, as he walks over, pulling out dozens of beautiful chicken strips out of the bag.
"I'm not vegan." I say, trying my best not to smile.
He puts 5 in my plate, as if I can eat the much, and then takes out a green salad, and puts 3 scoops in my plate.
He also pours some Pepsi for me, and water for himself.

I want to ask him why he isn't drinking juice too, but I think my eyeing gives it away.
"I'm diabetic." He says simply, and I pause.
"You never eat sugar?" I realize how stupid my question sounds, and he folds his lips to suppress his smile.
I still notice the dimple on his left cheek.

"Never." He says, looking at his plate and then grabbing the fork next to him.
"Must be tough." I mumble, grabbing my own.
"Not really, used to it." he says, biting into his chicken.
I bite into mine, and this suddenly feels like a date.
I smile at the thought, and then realize how ridiculous that sounds.
"Never thought I'd see you do that today." I look up, puzzled.
"Do what..?"
"Smile." He simply says, looking back at his plate.