-Fiat-

I work out until I'm drenched in sweat, but I don't feel any better.

I head back to my dorm and take a quick shower and decide to meet the gang for dinner and drinks. 

"I invited Art I hope he comes," Clover says as she scrolls through her newsfeed. My arm is wrapped around her and I look down at her phone and read her comments. After having a few drinks I'm feeling a bit better. I chuckle at one of the pictures posted on her timeline. 

"He probably won't, he hates places like this," I say as I reach over and put my finger on her phone screen to scroll myself. 
I stop at a post from one of the student group pages. The words Freshy Hotties grabs my attention. I click on the post and scroll through the pictures. Clover squeals in delight when she sees the picture of our group taken earlier. 

She turns her phone and shows Steel. He smiles and nods but doesn't seem that interested.

  "It has a lot of likes." She says looking at me. I shrug and scroll over to see the next picture. It's a picture of Steel smiling. Beneath his picture is a short bio about him. 

"Steel there are a lot of comments under your picture," Clover tells him, he is distracted looking at something in his phone. He scoots his chair back and stands up. 

"Bathroom, be right back." He says never looking up from his phone.

I click on the next photo it's one of Art. He is smiling and his dimples are showing.

Under his picture, it says his name, age, faculty, and a short synopsis of his likes and dislikes. It says he is single and ready to mingle. "Mingle? Art?" I chuckle and scroll down to the comments. 

"There are A lot of thirsty Seniors in this school," I say shaking my head.

"Whose Thirsty?" I look up to see Art approaching our table. He is dressed in a dark blue blazer, with tight white slacks. His white shirt is sheer and most of the buttons are undone exposing his chest. My throat is instantly dry. 

Clover jumps up and squeals. She runs around our table and throws her arms around his neck. 

"Oh my god, you look so handsome." Art resigns himself letting her fawn over him. She touches his face and checks out his newly pierced ears. "Why didn't you tell me we could have gone together!" she pouts. 

He pulls her hands from his face. "Next time I promise, I kind of did it on a whim."

"Always next time with you, you didn't call me to go shopping, or get your hair done either."

"That's cause I wanted to surprise you but I will next time, I've been missing you."

Benz walks up from behind him and sets his drink down on the table.

"Don't blame Art, it's my fault. I suggested it when we were at the mall earlier. It wasn't planned or anything."

Clover points at Benz's face "You're not allowed to take Art jewelry shopping without getting my permission."

Benz throws his hands up. "Never Again." He says offering her his pinky. She looks at it for a moment, then smiles and locks hers with his. 

"Ugh, we have another charmer in the group."

A server walks over and offers Art a shot. He looks confused, the server points to a guy sitting at the bar. Art nods in gratitude and shoots back the shot and places the empty glass on the table. 

"And it begins," Benz says chuckling. 

"What begins? Art who is that?" Clover asks suspiciously.

"Oh him? I have no idea." His smile grows, puckering his dimples. The three of them laugh. 

He doesn't even look at me. The last time he actually looked at me, was that night. I push my chair back and stand up. I pick my beer up and head out the back for some fresh air. 

I'm pissed all over again. I don't know what to do with myself. I pace, but that doesn't help with the limited space around me. There are many people outside of the bar smoking in groups. I wonder if I should ask one of them for a cigarette. That sounds weird I never have before I might cough, or worse like it. 
Steel comes from nowhere and bumps his shoulder against me. I look from him and then to the girl tucked under his arm. 

"You ok?" He asks me.

I nod slowly. He looks at me for a few seconds, not convinced. "I'm leaving." He says finally, he looks down at the random girl and smiles.

"Yeah, be safe," I say automatically looking from him to her. He catches my drift and nods. I watch as they leave together.

When I get back Art is sitting at our table alone. He spots me and hops up, "I'm sorry I think I took your seat." 

"It's fine." I whisper and take the seat across him, that Steel sat in earlier. He sits back down avoiding my gaze. I instantly feel enraged. I force myself to take a deep breath. 

I clear my throat, "Where is everyone?"

"Clover took a phone call, and Benz is somewhere looking for trouble I suppose."

We sit in silence for a few minutes. He starts to chuckle. "This is so stupid." He mumbles. 

"What is?"

"How we are acting like we can't talk to each other."

I shrug in response.

"How are things? It feels like forever ago since we had a conversation." 

I nod. "The last night we did was our trip to Choeng Mon Beach."

His eyes flicker on my face for the first time. I'm staring daggers at him. Yeah dickhead, the night you told me you loved me. 

He smiles awkwardly. "Whenever it was, it's the past."

"I just told you when it was." I challenge him. 

I don't know why but I really want to fight with him. Not just words, I want to hurt him.

-Art-

Clover huffs as she takes her seat between us. 

I turn to her pleased by the distraction."What is it?" I ask her.

"I have to leave."

"Why?"

"My stupid dorm has a stupid freaking curfew. If I'm late I'll be locked out."

"So stay out."

"I didn't bring any of my stuff."

"So?" She leans in and whispers in my ear. 

"So it's the time and I didn't bring any supplies if you catch my drift."

I sit back and look at her confused for a moment, when my mind finally connects the dots I feel a little dumb. Fiat stands up and puts his hand on the back of her chair. "I'll take you."

"Don't be silly, I already called for a car, it's probably already outside." She stands up hugs him and leans down and kisses me. She looks down at me frowns and wipes away her lipstick from my cheek. "Be good."

She warns me and heads for the door.

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**{Demons}{by: Jacob Lee}

Fuck. Alone again, where is Benz? I stand up and head to the bar, pretty sure he won't follow. 
I was wrong.

"You're different."

I chuckle. "Different good or different bad?" 

"I don't know yet, I don't think I like it though"

My eyebrows furrow. "You don't like me?"

"That's not it."

"Well, Change is good."

" Not always."

"What's your point?" I motion to the bartender to bring me another shot. As soon as he sits the drink in front of me Fiat snatches it away and drinks it himself. He then places the empty shot glass in front of me. 

"Are you going to keep avoiding us?"

"I'm not."

"You are."
I take a deep breath and decide to change tactics.

"Actually if I'm being honest. I'm only avoiding you."

He looks stunned by my answer. He glares at me. 

"You're honest now?"

I chuckle, as I motion to the bartender to refill my shot. I hold my glass as he pours my drink. I start to lift the shot to my lips but Fiat grabs my hand along with the glass, forcing my hand down. 

I look at him and blink, my gaze darting between his face and his hand.

"Can you let go of my hand please?"

He disregards me. "Why are you avoiding me?"

"I don't need a reason." I snatch my hand from under his. 

"You owe me one."

"How?"

"You just do."

"You won't like the one I give you."

"Say it anyway."

I take a breath. Why is he forcing this? Aren't things difficult enough?

"I want to move on. I can't do that if things stay the same....... Every day it gets easier."

"What gets easier?"

"Each day I'm away from you, it gets easier to move on."

"And it doesn't matter how I feel?"

"No, it doesn't. You don't get a say on how I handle my feelings. It's not your problem."

" And I don't matter to you at all?"

"Don't be so dramatic. I'm just taking a break. Not ditching our friendship."

I reach inside my jacket and drop a few bills on the counter. I look at him. " I apologize if you don't like my answers, but they're the only ones I have. I'm tired, I'll see you later." I turn and head out of the bar.

Once I'm outside I reach up gesturing for a taxi when someone grabs my arm. Im stunned as Fiat pulls me toward the parking lot. I try to yank my arm away but he is stronger and easily drags me.

I force myself to take a deep breath and wait until we are at his car before speaking.

He opens the passenger door and looks at me.

I beg the spirits to grant me patience and force a smile.

"Thank you, but I'm gonna take a cab. Have a goodnight, and get home safely."

I quickly turn to walk away but he grabs me harder his time.

He speaks to me through gritted teeth. "You're really testing my fucking patience, get in the car."

I twist away from him. 

"I'm testing YOUR patience? I'm not your child, I'm not a baby. I can find my own way home. Worry about yourself."

He reaches for my arm again and I snatch it away.
"You're starting to make me mad. Stop touching me."
I warn him. 

He ignores me and grabs me by the collar of my coat trying to force me towards his car. I attempt to jerk away again when that doesn't work, I quickly spin around and loosen myself from my coat leaving it in his hand. 

We both glare at each other for a few moments. I walk over and snatch my coat. "You are really fucking annoying." Again I turn to leave and again he obstructs me. 

I take a deep breath. "What now?"

"Get in the car."

"Did I not make myself clear? The answer is still No. Get out of my face."

He takes a step forward, and I step back.  He grabs my arm again, forcing me to face him. 

"What's wrong with you? You're acting crazy." 

He doesn't answer. I shake my head and reach into my pocket. "I'll text Clover, this isn't my problem."

He snatches my phone and starts shoving me towards his car. 

"Stop!" I demand. 

"I cant."

"Why?"

"I JUST CANT!" He yells in my face. 
"Stop trying to piss me off and get in the car."

"I don't want to. Just let me go." 

He slams his fist against the hood of the car. 

"No!" he yells in my face. 

My mind goes blank. I'm unsure of what to do next. He pushes his body against me trapping me in between the open door. He looks at me without blinking. 

"I'll never let you go! No matter how hard you try to get away. I don't care, you're not leaving me. So just shut up and get in the car."

I wonder to myself why I never noticed how fucking insane he is. I shake my head, bend down and take my seat in the passenger seat. When I'm inside he tosses my phone at me and slams the door so hard the whole car shakes.

He walks around and gets into the driver's seat. We sit in the car for a few moments before he leans over me, I flinch back in my seat and watch as he secures my seatbelt. He then does his own and starts the car. 

I'm really confused. Am I crazy? Or is he? No, he is definitely the crazy one. But for how long? How long has he been this batshit and why didn't I notice?