Trevor's POV
I hate that sound. The sound of my phone ringing. We sighed irritatedly as we wanted to continue what we were doing. I really liked kissing her. When she moved away from me so that I could take my phone, a cold and nervous atmosphere was surrounding me like a shield. Like nothing could help me now.
Unknown (Today 18:37): Hey there! I was wondering if I could stop by your office tomorrow morning? Say around 09:30? Great! See you then!
Me (Today 18:38): Hey. Sure. No problem. Just have to make sure I don't have any other meetings that time. Will let you know.
Unknown (Today 18:38): Thanks. I can't wait to see you :)
I can't wait to see you? What's that supposed to mean?
I saw Amabel walking as she was doing something on her phone. "What are you doing?" I asked her. She looked at me and said, "Check out my Instagram pp." Wait, what? Why?
I did as she asked and saw a photo of us on her profile. All alarms were going off inside my brain like warnings that something terrible was about to happen. She has to take it off right now!
"What?" she asked when I kept quiet. How can I tell her to take it off? Maybe I'll ask someone in IT to hack into her phone and delete the photo from her phone and her profile. Make it look like a virus. I didn't want it to be like this but it's just the way it's supposed to be.
"Why did you change your profile, Amabel?" I could hear the disappointment in my own voice. And if I'm being honest, it scared me. I could only wonder what it must've sounded like in her head. She was going to leave me if I told her.
"I've always wanted to put a photo of me and my boyfriend on my profile but I never got to. So, this is my first time. I didn't think it would bother you this much. I'm sorry."
"Just take it off!" I snapped. Shit! I didn't mean to snap at her like that. She just wanted to do something for herself and I snapped at her. She's going to hate me for a while now. How am I going to make this right again?
"Okay, okay, okay. I'll take it off," she rushed as she grabbed her phone and got busy. After a few seconds she said, "It's off. Okay?"
She looked so upset like she wanted to cry. I was going off on her and for what? A stupid photo? But that photo could ruin everything.
"I'm sorry, Amabel."
"Why? Why are you sorry? For yelling at me or for telling me to take down a photo of us?" She was definitely angry. I hated that look she had on her face. It told you exactly nothing of what was going on inside of her head. I mean she could be planning my death and how to get away with it.
"I didn't mean to snap at you like that. It's just…"
'It's just what? Huh? I don't understand you, Trevor. One moment you're the sweetest guy around and then I do one thing and it's like you're a completely different person. What am I doing wrong?" she asked, starting to get really angry.
"It's just… You can't post pictures of us on your social media accounts, okay?"
"Why? Why can't I? Are you a criminal? Are you secretly working for the CIA or the FBI? What?" Do I have the ability to pull off being a secret government agent? Focus, Trevor!
"I just… I can't be on someone else's profile, that's all. Can't we just leave this alone, please and just enjoy the rest of the night? I already ordered some pizza."
That was the end of the discussion. She just left the entire subject alone. She didn't argue or flinch or say anything. She came to lay next to me and that was that.
After a few seconds she got up again and walked out of the room. "Amabel? Where are you going?" She didn't answer. So, I got up and followed her down the stairs into the living room where she sat on the couch and switched on the TV.
"Are we watching something?" I asked. Still, she didn't answer. Yup, I knew it. She was mad. I crouched in front of her and touched her knee.
"I can see that you are mad at me. Do you wanna be left alone or do you wanna talk about it?" I asked her. I didn't know whether to leave her alone or talk to her. What if I walked away? Then she'll be mad for not wanting to talk. What if I want to talk about it? Then she'll say to leave it alone.
You can't decide what she will say or do. Just sit with her and don't say a thing. Just be with her. Even though she's mad at you, she will appreciate it. That's who she is.
And that's what I did. I just sat there next to her waiting for her to say something. I didn't know what to say or do. I felt ashamed of myself…