Nice to know the guy I love doesn't give a fuck about me anymore. Just what I really needed to see right now.
"Fuck off, Rayn!" I yell, hearing his footsteps skitter up behind me. Next thing I know, my face is making sharp contact with the sidewalk and Rayn's sitting on top of me, trying to wrestle Kyle's whore money out of my hands.
"I'm not going to just go and let you take another speedball to try and kill yourself with again," he almost growls, twisting my arms behind my back and pushing my head down with his foot. "Give me the money." I refuse to let go until he starts tearing the bills up, rendering them totally worthless. I drop them when he's thoroughly destroyed them all and try to throw him off. "Why don't you go see Phil? He's been asking after you, but I thought you needed to see that Kyle's moved on first."
"Oh, thanks for that, it made me feel so much better," I snarl, "why would I wanna see Phil anyway? He's the reason Kyle's left me to become a whore in the first place."
"It wasn't his fault. Just give him a chance."
Rayn took me back to the apartment where Annie was waiting for me on the couch. She smiles and beckons me over. Her arms wrap around me in a hug as I sit down and Rayn vanishes without another word.
"You okay?" she asks softly, playing with my hair. I shake my head, not really trusting my voice. She pecks me on the cheek, cuddling me a little closer. "Want anything to eat?" I shake my head again.
We sit in silence after that. I sense her feeling kind of awkward after a while, but I don't really care. If she wants to go, I'm not stopping her. She rests her head on my shoulder and squeezes me gently, her eyes sliding shut. I lean my head on hers a little, wondering if she'll stay the night when she kisses my neck.
Someone knocks on the door and she gets up, going to let whoever it is in. I look up as Rayn walks in, holding hands with none other than Phil. I groan, lying on my side and curling up, covering my head with a cushion as the other two shut themselves in the kitchen, leaving us to it.
"Hey," I hear Phil say, his voice muted by the cushion. He walks over and sits down in front of me, a sort of annoyingly stoic look on his face. I forgot how persistent he could be when he had a goal in mind.
"Fuck off," I mumble, "I'm not in the mood to talk."
"Look, I know it's bad timing, but I came to apologise for everything - for having to leave you, for not talking to you while I was away... I didn't want to. You understand though, right?"
"That's not why I hate you right now," I tell him, hitting him over the head with the cushion. He grimaces, but stays where he is.
"Rayn did warn me about that," he sighs.
"Good. Then why are you here?"
"I just wanted to see you," he says, an almost sad look on his face as he fixes his eyes on his hands. He picks at his nails, "I'd heard you'd broken up with Kyle, and thought... maybe..." he trails off, shaking his head. "It doesn't matter."
"I thought maybe you'd give me another chance, but now I know you and Kyle split because he thought you still loved me when you didn't... it was a stupid hope."