staring at me, confused and possibly pissed.
"I thought you were in danger or something, Avery."
"Angel, baby." I reach out to tuck hair behind her ears but she swats at my hand. "Angel?"
"Don't call me that Avery. Let’s go." She turns on her heels and walks towards the entrance, not impressed one bit by me. I walk after her, thinking of what Mason said to me. Something about telling her how I feel before I lose her for good. Knowing its probably not the best thing to do while drunk, I debate with myself if I should or not all the way out to her car.
When I get into the passenger seat, I don't even have a chance before she looks at me and points a pretty little finger in my direction. "You're the biggest asshole I swear I have ever met, Avery Manning! You say all these mean things then take off from me, with my keys no less. You don't pick up your damn phone, and I'm lucky that Aubrey could get ahold of Mason to get them back for me. I'm barely able to sleep from all the fucking stress, and when I finally am able to sleep, you call me and get me all panicky thinking something is seriously wrong! Then you fucking kiss me and confuse me all the more. No! This is not okay, Avery, not okay!"
I can see her finger shaking, and it breaks my heart seeing the tears roll down her face, but for some reason the only thing I can manage to say is, "Panicky isn't a word."
She huffs and turns back in her seat, facing forward and starting the car up. "Don't talk to me," she mutters.
We ride back to her place in silence and I'm actually honestly surprised she doesn't make me sleep at my dad's or someone else's house. When we pull into the parking spot, she barely has the car off before she is opening her door and climbing out, slamming the door closed behind her. I have to take my time getting out the car, being a little unstable.
It takes me twice as long to get into the apartment and she kept all the lights off, so I can't even see the way to my room. I slide down on all fours, not wanting to risk falling and hurting myself, as I've done way too many times while drunk, and I crawl towards my bedroom. Just as I'm passing by the bathroom, the door opens up and Cassie walks out, tripping over me before I have a chance to tell her to watch out.
"What the fuck," she yells.
I quickly turn my body and pull her to me. "Shit, are you okay? Is the baby okay? Cassie, I'm sorry."
She pushes at my shoulder and I can't tell if she is laughing or crying. "What are you doing, Avery?"
"I didn't want to fall, and I couldn't see, so I was crawling. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you fall. Are you okay? Please tell me the baby is okay." I know I'm rushing out my words but I really am concerned.
"I'm fine Avery. I just tripped, I didn't hit my stomach or anything." I can hear a thickness in her voice that wasn't there even a second ago, and I can tell she is holding back some serious emotion. I wish I wasn’t so drunk so it were easier to comfort her. Then again, her tripping sobered me up quite a bit.
I start to stand and I pull at Cassie's arm so she stands with me. "Let's lay you down, angel."
"Ah, ah- okay," she stutters.
I start walking to the two of us towards my room. She doesn't argue but I can feel the her resistance, like she is unsure if this is where she should be going. I turn the light on and see that my bed has been slept in by someone other than myself. I clear my throat and look at Cassie who is currently chewing her lip and avoiding eye contact. Instead of embarrassing her, I walk with her towards the
"I thought you were in danger or something, Avery."
"Angel, baby." I reach out to tuck hair behind her ears but she swats at my hand. "Angel?"
"Don't call me that Avery. Let’s go." She turns on her heels and walks towards the entrance, not impressed one bit by me. I walk after her, thinking of what Mason said to me. Something about telling her how I feel before I lose her for good. Knowing its probably not the best thing to do while drunk, I debate with myself if I should or not all the way out to her car.
When I get into the passenger seat, I don't even have a chance before she looks at me and points a pretty little finger in my direction. "You're the biggest asshole I swear I have ever met, Avery Manning! You say all these mean things then take off from me, with my keys no less. You don't pick up your damn phone, and I'm lucky that Aubrey could get ahold of Mason to get them back for me. I'm barely able to sleep from all the fucking stress, and when I finally am able to sleep, you call me and get me all panicky thinking something is seriously wrong! Then you fucking kiss me and confuse me all the more. No! This is not okay, Avery, not okay!"
I can see her finger shaking, and it breaks my heart seeing the tears roll down her face, but for some reason the only thing I can manage to say is, "Panicky isn't a word."
She huffs and turns back in her seat, facing forward and starting the car up. "Don't talk to me," she mutters.
We ride back to her place in silence and I'm actually honestly surprised she doesn't make me sleep at my dad's or someone else's house. When we pull into the parking spot, she barely has the car off before she is opening her door and climbing out, slamming the door closed behind her. I have to take my time getting out the car, being a little unstable.
It takes me twice as long to get into the apartment and she kept all the lights off, so I can't even see the way to my room. I slide down on all fours, not wanting to risk falling and hurting myself, as I've done way too many times while drunk, and I crawl towards my bedroom. Just as I'm passing by the bathroom, the door opens up and Cassie walks out, tripping over me before I have a chance to tell her to watch out.
"What the fuck," she yells.
I quickly turn my body and pull her to me. "Shit, are you okay? Is the baby okay? Cassie, I'm sorry."
She pushes at my shoulder and I can't tell if she is laughing or crying. "What are you doing, Avery?"
"I didn't want to fall, and I couldn't see, so I was crawling. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you fall. Are you okay? Please tell me the baby is okay." I know I'm rushing out my words but I really am concerned.
"I'm fine Avery. I just tripped, I didn't hit my stomach or anything." I can hear a thickness in her voice that wasn't there even a second ago, and I can tell she is holding back some serious emotion. I wish I wasn’t so drunk so it were easier to comfort her. Then again, her tripping sobered me up quite a bit.
I start to stand and I pull at Cassie's arm so she stands with me. "Let's lay you down, angel."
"Ah, ah- okay," she stutters.
I start walking to the two of us towards my room. She doesn't argue but I can feel the her resistance, like she is unsure if this is where she should be going. I turn the light on and see that my bed has been slept in by someone other than myself. I clear my throat and look at Cassie who is currently chewing her lip and avoiding eye contact. Instead of embarrassing her, I walk with her towards the
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