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Ch.9

Ch. 9

"Omg. Stop. That's too funny. I'm dying!!!" I say between laughter as Lucas tells me a story about this time when his dog ran out the house while he was throwing away the pizza box and he slipped on the wet grass from the rain and fell backwards and broke his arm. Thankfully, the dog was okay but Lucas not so much. Just imagining him falling was hilarious.

The pizza was hitting so different like for what? I mean I guess it was not really all that but a girl was hungry. The alcohol was still in my system but I definitely felt hmm 70% myself.

"This pizza is so good," I say with my mouth full of pizza. Where are my manners?

"Did no one ever tell you it's not polite to eat with your mouth full?" Lucas jokes with a little smirk.

"I'm sorry. I can't help myself," I shrug, laughing.

"How do you like California so far? Missing the kangaroos?" I changed the subject with an attempt at a bad joke.

"Hey, I can't believe you brought them up. Now I'm sad again. But yea California is cool I guess. I kinda miss home, but it's all good," Lucas replies as he takes a sip of his Coke.

"Yea I can only imagine. I don't know what I'd do if I had to drop everything and move to a different country, well a different continent!" I exclaimed, trying to see it but failing.

"It's not too bad once you get used to it. I've met pretty cool lads," he replies as he stands up to head to the car and I follow.

"You know what? You're actually really cool," I blurted out of nowhere.

"So you're saying you didn't think I was cool before," Lucas continues, pretending to sound hurt.

"No no that's not what I meant. Like I just saw you as my chemistry partner who was friends with Jordan, nothing more, but you're fun to be around," I defend myself as I get into the passenger's seat.

"You're not too bad yourself. I thought you were one of those stuck up girls on the dance team, but I guess you're alright," he replies as he starts driving away.

"Why does everyone say that! There are definitely girls like that, but we aren't all like those girls in the movies. It's stereotypical," I respond. "You should probably take me home now," I continue.

"You're right. My bad. Are you sure? I thought you didn't wanna go home like that?" He questions, looking at me for a second then back at the road.

"I'm feeling much better and could just sneak in and hope for the best," I explain.

I was feeling better plus it was almost 2, so everyone would all be asleep.

"Okay yea just tell me where to go then," he answers.

With that, I tell him the directions to my house as we just small talk. Before I know it, I'm home.

"Well thank you so much for tonight. I didn't realize how much I needed it," I thank Lucas when we get to my house, contemplating whether or not to hug him.

"Yea no problem," he smiles and leans in for a hug that I was not expecting and could smell a slight hint of cologne. It was nice.

"Okay yea I'll see you in chemistry," I laugh and step out of the car.

The house was completely dark and quiet when I came in . I did my best to keep it quiet as I walk into my bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth before I get in bed because if I waited, I would not have gotten up. I quickly and quietly make it to my room afterwards and mission complete. It's 2 in the morning, and I check my phone to see messages from my friend group chat who were just drunk texting. Angelica texted me an hour ago saying they are all at her house safe and asking where I was. I told her Lucas just dropped me off and I'm home safe about to sleep. After that text, I fall asleep instantly.

My mom walks into my room at around 10 in the morning. Just like me, she slept in on the weekends.

"I thought you were sleeping over Angelica's," my mom asks.

"I was going to but I did not feel too well," I explained.

My mom was a more hands off parent and cared about what I did but was not literally breathing down my back like some parents do.

"You should have let me know," she tells me and I nod.

"I'll tell you next time for sure!" I reply and get up as she leaves my room.

My mom and I are very close. She's like my best friend. She's annoying as hell but I love her. I get out of my room and go to the living room just to relax, watch tv and hang with my grandparents for a bit. After relaxing, I get ready for the day since I have work at 5 again.

I walk into the roller rink and the theme is love, so I'm wearing a fitted long sleeve red shirt with white hearts with mom jeans and my roller skates. Oh, and I have a heart on my cheek because you can't wear your heart on your sleeve. Am I right?

Right when I enter, I see Abby and Jordan and their friends sitting at the table including Lucas. You have got to be kidding me. They decide to come here out of all the days especially on the love theme. How ironic. I feel like I could cry. It hurts seeing someone you thought loved you with someone else. Yes, I know that he doesn't remember me but trying to fight for him back seems nearly damn impossible. I'm not giving up. I am letting go. Or am I? I felt like last night we were too drunk, so I decided to push that little argument to the side and forget about it. I'm sure Jordan didn't mean what he said nor does he remember.

I swallow my pride and walk over to take their orders.

"Hey! What could I get for you guys?" I ask as I take my note pad out to write down their orders.

"Hey Fiona! I didn't know you worked today," Abby says with a devilish smile.

"Oh you didn't? I swore I told you guys at dance the other day," I reply with a smile of my own.

"Yea it must be my short term memory loss," Abby replies biting her lip, trying to seem as if she forgot.

Considering Jordan literally is suffering from memory loss, this was a low blow, but I shook it off.

"Yea no don't worry about it. I'm just here to take your order," I say as I stand my ground.

"I'll take water and pizza. What would you like babe?" Abby turns to ask Jordan.

"Hey. I'll have a root beer and sausage pizza," Jordan orders, trying to avoid eye contact.

Okay I know last night was a little much, but why won't he look at me anymore?

"Speaking of beer, could you try to get us some Fiona," Abby asks, tipping her head with a fake innocent smile.

"You do know we don't serve alcohol here right? Besides I think we had a fair share of alcohol last night," I reply, beginning to get really annoyed at Abby.

"Speaking of last night, I heard you and Lucas left the party together," Abby instigates, shifting her gaze between Lucas and me.

"Yea. I wasn't feeling too well, so he took me home. Nothing to it," I respond growing hot cuz all eyes are on me now.

"Well that's not what Lucas said," Abby responds looking between Lucas and I again.

I look at Lucas who just smiles and shrugs and back at Abby who is smiling like always! I am beyond pissed. What the hell did he even tell her?!

"I don't know what you're talking about, but I'm over this conversation," I respond, staking away before finishing up the orders.

I head back to the kitchen almost near crying but not actually because I'm a bad bitch, but what the hell!? I thought Lucas and I were cool. Why would he do a whole 180 on me? That's messed up. I ask one of my coworkers to trade tables with me and she agrees. I know it lowkey does look like I'm weak and can't work out my issues, but I did not want to deal with all this today, not after yesterday night.