“Right” Lola nods, lips pursed, staring anywhere besides Cristian. “How could you ignore Vir? It’s not like it’s me.” She’s playing tough now, but God knows the tears keep piling up, restrained behind her large eyes. Her throat can hardly keep it in this long. With Lola’s gaze lost in the crowd, it soon becomes clear whose fault this is — her own. Try as she might, she would never be as interesting of a chase as the Vice President’s husband, or as good a win as the President himself. She’s just Lola. The girl who has stood by Cristian’s side ever since kindergarten. Just that. She turns her head back at him then, “My parents are here.” Her tone is nearly begging. Their approval, as much as Cristian’s own, was closely categorized alongside oxygen in what she needed to live. He draws her close, and although Lola fights it at first, there’s a moment that she succumbs to the touch, although hardly reciprocates it. Her arms are limp. “…Can’t you even be my boyfriend when my parents are here? How are we supposed to—” She bites her tongue, then. Carry on, live this through another decade, get married, have a future? “I mean… why?” She’s on the brim of tears, then. “What’s so wrong about other people knowing? Because that means Vir Zafar won’t want you anymore? Is that it?” In her mind, her words feel closer and closer to the truth. Lola mulls on them, and feels sick from doing just that. “What about me? Does it matter if I don’t want you anymore, because you’re only interested in him?”
Lola steps back then, cutting off all intimacy. She knows how this will go; she tries not to think of her situation that way. Still, Lola knows whatever she says, will be deemed paranoia, jealously, all angles that can’t stand their ground on their own. If a man claims his place, he’s right. If a woman does it, she’s crazy. Well, bring on the title. She’s ready. “Think about it. If you answer it wrong, I’m leaving.”
“I’m not allowed to take five minutes away from you, then? Fuck, is this how it starts? Policing my phone habits, then dictating where I can go, and with who?” He feels his own anger rising, more so a raging annoyance than pure anger. Why did Lola have to take a well deserved stance against him, right now? She wasn’t wrong in her frustration - Cristian was a selfish creature, but he could read the room. Girlfriend in every sense of the word, but title, and monogamy; an experience made all the more painful, but Cristian’s ability to become attached to his one-night stands, turned (fingers crossed!) love affair. In front of her parents, no less. But he’s too proud and too indignant to acknowledge any inch of wrong doing - in his mind, she’s the villain tonight. Reneging on their open, lawless relationship. Lord knows he’s two steps away from saying something nasty that he’ll regret the second its left his lips, but seething resentment burns hot in his stomach - Cristian craves release. Surveying her twitching lip, glassy eyes, his rage is soothed by the palpable hurt in her visage - but it’s four seconds before a set of buttons are pushed, and he’s wicked enough to let out a dry laugh. “I’m not your boyfriend Lola - and up until right now, that’s how we liked it. Loved it, actually. Alright, I know ... know your parents don’t really get it. Our parents don’t understand what we have - but we do, Lola! We don’t have to play by their rules.” Their parents knew they’d be together since their first moment in pampers, chubby fists reaching out for each other. What they hadn’t expected, was the messy, winding, uncertain status of their relationship - partners in crime, old married couple....yet Cristian, on nights like this, still seemed to stray elsewhere. As Lola steps away from him, pushing down her venom as she takes a final stand, Cristian’s left with little but the truth - a more crushing blow, then his spitting insults moments prior.
“You know I’ll always want you Lola - you know I wanna give you my last name. It doesn’t mean though, that Vir” even Lola, who has been witness to his most delicate moments, isn’t privy to everything he feels for Vir. If only, because his own feelings continue to allude him. “I like him, okay? I don’t know what that means. Or if it’ll just remain us going round and round for eternity ... but I’m not giving him up, if that’s what you’re asking. I don’t want to choose. You never make me choose, Lols - what changed? D.C. is making you, different.”
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