Our Little Melody

I promise.

"Marissa, I'm sorry but I am not driving an hour and a half to Mount Dora to pick you up from school." I say.

"Why not? We can afford the gas." She says.

"Because I have class after lunch." I say.

"So come get me while your on lunch."

"My lunch is only an hour sweetie." I say patiently, worming my way through the crowd of students trying to make their way to lunch or their cars.

"But I don't have a ride." She whines.

"Marissa, it's literally ten minutes from the house on foot. Walk."

"I have sandals on." She snaps.

"I'm not doing this. I love you kid, but no. Bye."

I hang up before she can argue further.

I love my baby sister, but she only lied six years of her life without money, while I lived ten, which is more than half. I'm not diving an hour and a half to pick her up. She can walk like I did as a kid.

I sigh.

I miss Ryan, and I hate myself for missing him, but I do. We've avoided each other for two weeks. No matter how much I try to follow what I said, my mind keeps wandering to him. I miss him. I want him. I want to be able to hold his hand and brush is hair out of his eyes.

My phone vibrates.

Marissa: please?

Me: no. Walk and maybe you can meet a boy

I pissed her off. I know I did.

Marissa: if I had a guy I would date him but you have the guy you've been crying about for nine years and you blew him off. I won't ever come to you with guy troubles because you don't know what your fucking talking about

I grit my teeth, pissed.

I call Dad.

"Hey kid." He says.

"Can you tell your other child to stop being a bitch?" I ask.

He chuckles. "What happened?"

I start to rant. "-and then she brought Ryan into it and that's-"

I slam right into someone. Both of us fall down.

"Oh fuck." The guy says. It's Ryan.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

"Oh god Kelsey, are you okay?" He stands up and helps me up gently, checking me for injuries.

"I'm okay." I sigh, when really I feel like crying.

"Your physically okay." He says. "Are you mentally okay?"

I put my phone to my ear. "I'll call you back." I hang up and drop my phone in my purse.

"Kelsey." He says.

"No, I'm not okay." I whisper. His eyes fill with concern.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asks.

I can't cry to him about him.

I shake my head. I can see the rejection and pain flash in his eyes for half a second, and then he smiles.

"Okay, well I'll see you around then." He says.

"Okay." I whisper.

He turns around and walks away.

Suddenly the world is way too small and I really need to get out of here.

I walk to the dorms and go up to mine and sit down on my bed.