Unpredicted Love

Chapter 7 - Shea

After Lucy and I's shopping trip, I felt a little better. On the ride home, we mainly just listened to music; until my phone vibrated.

👽Michael👽: can we talk?

I didn't answer. But no, I did not wanna talk. I don't wanna talk about it tomorrow either. Guys don't get away with letting some other girl that neither of us really care for come to something that was only meant for us to go to. They can't do that, but if it's Julia over Shea, than so be it.

"Are you ok?" Lucy asked. I guess I made some sort of facial expressions. "Um, yeah."
"You sure?"
I thought for a minute. Am I? "Yeah."

No.

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👽Michael👽: Shea, talk to me.

If this is going to continue, it's gonna be a long year. It didn't stop there, Michael started blowing my phone up.

👽Michael👽: Hello
👽Michael👽:Please talk to me.
👽Michael👽:Shea it's not what you think. Julia wasn't supposed to be there.
👽Michael👽:I didn't invite her. I swear
👽Michael👽:Shea you gotta believe me. She must've followed me.
💎(Shea): and how am I supposed to believe you.
👽: because I wouldn't lie. especially to you. I swear she must've followed me.
💎: She obviously wants to be with you. And you want to be with her I guess
👽: hell no. what in your mind made you think that.
👽: FaceTime me. please.

I honestly wasn't planning on facetiming him, but he called me.

"Hey." I greeted.
"Shea, I know you probably think I'm ly-"
"Michael, is this really all you wanted to talk about."
"Well, yes and no. I wanted to tell you what happened."

He explained that Julia admitted to following after awhile. But he left shortly after, yada yada yada.

"Long story short, I want a redo. This weekend." Michael said, and to be quite honest I was shocked.

"SHEAA!" I heard my name shouted from downstairs. I told Michael one second and muted the microphone. I walked over to the stairs before I answered. I heard to people fighting. Most likely not Evan and Lucy, so probably my mom and dad.

"Don't call that little shit down here. She doesn't mean shit right now. Not even Evan." I was shocked that my own father would say that about my brother and I. "Don't talk about my kids like that you bastard!" My mom yelled back. "They mean more to me than you EVER will. Just leave already! Just take your all crap and your ass out of my house!"

I ran back up the steps and went to my room, slamming the door behind me. I hoped someone could here me. Thinking that I could probably lay there forever and just cry myself to sleep would be good, maybe I wouldn't have to wake up ever again.

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Wrong. I had to wake up. 7 am, the usual. It was finally Friday though, so no more school for 2 days, although I don't think that's long enough.

I didn't really want to make an effort today. I also forgot to make an effort to hang up that FaceTime call last night with Michael. it was still on. He didn't hang up either, so he probably saw everything. Great.

"Um, hello?" I heard noises in the background then the camera moved and then there was a Michael. "Hey, thought you'd never wake up."
"Sorry. Rough night. See you later." And I Hung up.

My eyes were all puffy from crying last night, so I had to fix that along with my hair that was all messed up too. I slipped on a pair of jean shorts and a crop top with a hoodie, because it was cool this morning and some Converses.

I gathered all my stuff and headed downstairs, grabbing a granola bar. I honestly was trying to avoid my mom this morning so I just went outside the door. Briar was there, and I had a lot to tell her.