backstabbing

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                       tasias pov:
6:00 AM.

i was just lying here thinking about what i said to t last night and her not saying it back. maybe she just doesn't feel the same way, and that makes me feel a certain way.

my alarm went off. i got out of her grip and went to put on the pajama set t bought me. i was a bit disappointed.

i called my mom.

"hey, good morning pretty"

"morning, could you probably send me a uber"

"everything ok?"

"its fine. i have to get ready for work. "

"where are you?"

"marriott hotel"

"with who"

"mommy... can you do it or not?"

"i can pick you up. i dont want you riding with strangers. "

"thank you"

"be there in ten."

i hung up and began packing the things she bought me.

"you up early"

"i have to get ready for work"

"you ready to go now?"

"my mom is on her way."

"for what? i could've taken you back"

"i didn't wanna wake you"

"i dont care how hard im sleeping if you need something, im up."

"i know"

"so wassup then? you mad at me about something?"

"not necessarily"

"come here"

i climbed back into the bed.

"you know you can talk to me, right?"

"yeah"

"i wanna know whats going on with you. if i did something, let me know so i can fix it"

"last night, i told you i loved you, and you didnt say anything. i know it was too early, but you didn't even try to acknowledge it"

"i heard you"

"so this is basically a one-sided thing? i feel things for you that you dont feel for me"

"i feel the same way about you"

"then tell me that."

"i just did. ion know what else you want me to say"

my mom was calling.

"im outside. do you want me to come in?"

"no, im coming down now"

"k"

i hung up.

"just say you dont feel the same way"

"i got love for you"

"good to know."

"tasia"

"yes?"

"can i get some love before you catch out?"

i gave her a quick peck and hug. it clearly wasn't enough for her.

"ok, t, you can let me go baby my mom is outisde"

"tell her to leave"

"im gonna be late for work."

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