"Why don't you call her?"
I shoot Everett a glare, "You think I haven't tried that already?" I cross my arms and lean back on his couch, "I called, texted, even showed up to her house. She's not giving me the chance to tell her what really happened."
Everett shrugs.
Every time I think about the stunt Naomi pulled last night, I find myself getting angry all over again. She really out did herself this time, not that she's never done so before. Naomi hates loosing to people, especially if that someone happens to embarrass her on numerus occasions.
A loud clap of thunder rumbles through the sky, and I take that as my que to leave. I stand up and grab my bike helmet, "I'm going home. I'll talk to you later."
Everett is quick to jump to his feet, "You sure, man? You know you can stay, right?" I do know that. Everett and his parents have been more of a family to me than my own. It's not easy being in a family like mine. My father's a big shot architect who travels a lot for 'business', not being the least bit discrete about the different girlfriends he has along the way, and a mother, who's too in love, broken and selfish in her own pain to realize that she has a son that's hurting too.
It's something that I've learnt to deal with along the way, especially when my father would be gone for weeks, even months, on his 'special business trip', and every time he comes back, my mother, like a lovesick fool, takes him back with open arms, as if he didn't go away with some young thing for a vacation. It's pathetic, sick and cruel--my family.
Dysfunctional at its finest.
"I know, but I just want to be alone right now." I don't want to be alone. I want Raven to challenge me with her sassy attitude and tell me how much she likes holding me just as much as she likes kissing me. I want her to smile at me and make the bleek, gray world I live in seem a little brighter. I want it all because I'm selfish. I want her.
Everett seems to see right through me, though.
"You know what I think? I think if she can't listen to what you have to say, then maybe she's not worth it."
"Ravnen is worth everything," I growl out at him.
He gives me a doubtful look, "I get that she's upset, but not giving you the chance to plead your case just seems like she doesn't trust you."
"What do you expect Everett?" I was trying my best not to loose my temper, "She saw Naomi, of all persons, clinging to me like a leech with her lips on mine. That shit doesn't just go away."
He grimaces, like he's just realising whose the cause for all this. "Yeah, Naomi's the worst, but still--"
I'm shaking my head at him before he can finish his sentence, "Doesn't matter, she's it for me."
With Raven, all the fucked up shit in my life seems so small. Every single day that I get to see that smile, makes all the dark clouds vanish. I don't have to dread going home after practice to see my mom all smiles when dad is home, and then she gets all depressed when he's not. I don't have to pretend to be someone I'm not when I'm around her, because as much as she tries to hide it and shake it off that her mom not being there for her is no big deal, it hurts her.
And that just makes us all the same.
"Yo, Seth!" I blink, seeing Everett waving his hands frantically in front of my face, "You here, man?" He chuckles when he sees that I'm finally back to earth. I nod, and make my way to the door. Another strong thunder, followed by a flash of lighting, breaks through the sky, making Everett stop me just as I reach his door.
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Highschool Clichés
Ficción GeneralNew Hampton High. The school that's made up of all things cliché. The mean Queen Bee that everyone loves but is too afraid to get close to, the jocks, the nerds, the wannabe admirers, the freaks, the popular players and whores alike and of coarse t...