Horror

That evening David had invited everyone to his place. Jess brought Andy with her, which I didn't really like as I still hadn't told Nick that I was with him. Jess had asked David if she could bring him. David liked that because he wanted to get to know him. Jess was one of his closest friends and he wanted to know what kind of guy Andy was. Jess called me to her so that I stood with them the whole time and talked to them.

I went downstairs to get a bottle of water when I suddenly heard someone was following me. It was Andy. I just stared at him in confusion because I didn't understand why he had followed me.

It was a moment before he started to speak. He wanted to know if it was okay with me that he was here too, which of the boys was my friend and if everything was okay between us. He also added that Lara only had good things to say about me. Then he wanted to know from me whether Sven was mad at him because he hadn't spoken to him all evening. So we talked for a while in the kitchen.

We hugged when I suddenly heard a throat clearing that seemed to come from the door. We quickly broke away from each other and looked there. There stood Nick, who pierced me with a very evil look. His eyes wandered from me to Andy.

I really hoped he didn't freak out. But maybe he didn't care the way he always acted.

"I think it's better if you leave now!" He growled at Andy, who gave me a quick look and then disappeared from the kitchen.

"Nick." He walked past me to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of whiskey and closed it loudly again.

"When did you want to tell me he was your fucking ex?" Oh no, he already knew. That didn't make it any easier now.

"I do not know. I wanted to wait for the right moment. ”

“ Tzz ... ”he hissed.

"I wanted to tell you in peace when we are alone."

He raised an eyebrow incredulously and looked at me. "Are you still into him?" I immediately shook my head. He just shouldn't think anything wrong.

"Then why did he have his filthy pens on you?" At

first I wanted to reply something, but I decided against it and said instead: "We had to speak out - because of earlier - so that another encounter would not be so uncomfortable - more Not! ”For

a moment he just stared at me, before he finally spoke up again:“ Then I think so. ”

I nodded while he turned around and wanted to leave the kitchen.

I quickly grabbed him so that he looked at me again.

"Believe me," I called. He jerked his arm away so that I had to let go of him. Then he went on.

I stopped for a moment before going back upstairs. Jess was already looking at me when I came back into the living room.

I went to her and Andy and pretended there was nothing downstairs. How I hated his behavior towards me sometimes! I had done nothing to him at all!

Out of the corner of my eye I saw that he took a full glass with David and drank it up in one go. Now he was going to get drunk again because he was mad. I would have loved to have done his drinking for him!

Of course, Nick didn't pay any attention to me for the rest of the evening. Even when I wanted to go to bed and say goodnight to him, he just looked at me coldly. In the meantime he took a sip and just turned his attention back to David, who was saying something. I found it difficult to hold back my tears as they slowly made their way to the surface.

Why was he so mean to me? I didn't understand him.

The next afternoon I went to see Nick. I knocked before I went into his apartment. I had learned from Jess that when he was at home it was unlocked and you could just walk in. Out of courtesy, I knocked anyway.

I went into the living room and immediately the nasty smell of weed caught my nose.

I look around. Where was he?

"Nick?" I asked quietly and finally saw a hand that rose limply.

He was lying on the sofa. Since the back was pointing into the room, I couldn't see him.

So I went to the sitting area and looked down at him. He was lying there with his eyes closed, an ashtray on his chest and of course a joint in his hand, which he was pulling on now. I sat on the other sofa.

"Nick, what's that supposed to be? You're not finished yet! ”I saw that he frowned.

"What for?" He then asked furiously. Surely he hadn't forgotten ?!

"We wanted to go to the cinema, we talked about that last week."

He just nodded and fell silent again.

"Nick?" I heard him sigh. Why did he do that now?

"I'm not in the mood, let's go next weekend." Now it was enough! That was the second time he said that.

I got up, stood in front of him, tore the fucking joint out of his hand and put it out in the ashtray. Nick immediately straightened up and looked at me in shock.

"Are you crazy?" He got up angry.

“Are you crazy?” I asked him the counter-question. He glared at me.

Then he wanted to reach for the ashtray that I was still holding in my hand.

I quickly pulled it away, taking a step backwards.

"JOLINA, give me that fucking ashtray!" He snapped at me angrily. But I just walked away from him, went to the trash can and threw the contents into it, including the ashtray. If looks could kill!

Nick looked at me so sourly that my heart beat in my throat. I probably shouldn't have done that right now. He came up to me with great strides and then actually pushed me away to reach into the trash can and take out the ashtray. I had to support myself on the kitchen counter, otherwise I would probably have fallen to the floor.

"Don't you have them all anymore?" I yelled at him.

"Don't YOU have them ALL anymore?" He hissed at me too. I stared at him in horror. Then my cell phone rang. Actually, I didn't want to answer it, but then I did.

"Yes?" I asked in an annoyed tone. Meanwhile, Nick was still staring at me.

"Who's there?" I grumbled. Immediately my mood changed and I became calmer. "Um ... Yes, we wanted to, but ..." It was Andy who asked me if I wanted to go to the cinema with Nick. "No, I don't think there will be anything today." He asked if we still wanted to go because he had an appointment with Jess and had the idea that the four of us could go away.