Make me Better ~Eddie Munson x Reader~

68. Don't give up on me

"What?" I felt my chest splinter as it broke at that. Why the fuck would she say something like that to me? Even if we are talking like friends right now, doesn't give her the right to forget we're exes and she is fluttering over some other guy in front of my face. She looked at me and her eyes widened and started shaking her head aggressively, noting my change of features.

"No! No! God no! The hippo!" She stuttered and stumbled on her words, growing red and my anger only grew inside of me as well as confusion.

"What?" I repeated and she pointed at her plushie.

"Its name is Billy!" That didn't help the situation at all. She named a toy after him? A toy he got for her? That he won for her? I can't snap at her, I really can't, I have no right to do so, but fuck, I want to scream.

"You named the Hippo after Billy?" I asked breathlessly as she hugged the stupid mother fucking toy. She nodded at me and then grinned wickedly.

"Because it's stupid looking." And that made me laugh, the anger coming out of my ears, dissipating away and I just fell onto the bed, hiding my face from her as I laughed into my hands. I am so fucking stupid. I'm so pathetic. I got mad at a plushie for crying outloud, how childish am I?

"Okay, now I see it." I replied to her as she giggled, putting the toy back on her bed. I took my hands off my face and I looked at the hippo again. My brows furrowed together as my gut kept turning at the thought that, even if she made fun of him, she still had a plushie named after another man. I sat back up and I bit my lip nervously, looking down at my fingers, playing with my skull ring. She sat next to me, and I knew she was looking at me with a confused frown in her face.

"Are you still worried about the assignment?" She asked me and I shook my head at her, clearing my throat.

"I um... I am sorry for not helping you that day... You know... Win the prize." I looked back up at her as I expressed my apology and she seemed taken aback by my words, locking eyes with eachother. My heart wasn't helping as it tried to break through my chest, and now she looked down at her own fingers.

"It's fine. It was a very embarrassing thing to do..." She replied to me and my insides turned at that and I shook my head at her, catching her attention.

"Trust me, I don't care putting myself in shame if it meant helping you." She looked up at me and I blushed at my sudden words, and I could see her cheeks become flushed as well, making it more unbearable to be near her. "It's... me drawing a line." She fixed herself on her seat and looked at her fingers.

"I think you're overdoing the line." She sharply replied to me and I sighed looking down towards the floor, my elbows resting on my knees, hands clasped together.

"It is getting smaller though... I mean, weeks ago we couldn't even talk to eachother, right?" And she looked at me with a frown that I didn't know if it was confusion, or sadness, or happiness, making me even more nervous than before.

"That's true... Um... Eddie?" She called out to me and I straightened up, looking down at her face and I thought I was breathless at this moment as she looked at me. Hope was glistening in her eyes and she seemed doubtful to talk to me.

"What is it?" I asked her, wanting her to speak to me of whatever was on her mind.

"We--... Do we have a chance?" She asked me with fear in her voice and I just stared at her, wide eyed at her question. Panic started filling my gut at her words because she cannot doubt my feelings for her. She cannot think that I don't want her. But I am making her do so. I am making her doubt everything I did, felt or feel for her because I simply don't show it to her. But how can I when we're just... friends?