Spring Meadow

Pride Over Pain

I was not particularly in the mood to do anything at this point. I was angry verging on furious. I dropped my bag at the door and stomped off about four steps before I realized poor Ryan would probably have to pick it up. I internally groaned as I went back to pick it up.

I picked up my bag and decided to just spend the day in my room. I would ask Ryan to bring the food for dinner to my room. I had some research to do for English and Government anyway. At least, that was the excuse my parents were going to hear. Honestly, I didn't need to do it until tomorrow and in the mood I was in, I usually just spent my time either listening to music or streaming episodes of whatever show I was in the mood for. Today felt like comedy.

I was walking up the stairs with what was probably not the most flattering expression on my face when I heard, "Ms. Valendia, are you all right? You seem upset."

I stopped suddenly, not really expecting anyone to be home at this hour. I relaxed my expression and turned back to see Ryan with a concerned look on his face. I must have not noticed him pass me earlier.

"It's nothing really," I told him, giving a reassuring smile.

"Is it really nothing or is it just nothing I can help with?"

"Nothing," I replied, starting up the stairs again, "Really. Just have a lot of work to do. Do me a favor and bring dinner to my room. Tell my parents I have too much English and History homework to do to go down to dinner and give them my apologies."

"Yes, Amber," he answered. I knew he wanted to persue the issue further, but he wasn't exactly in a position to do so. I reached the top of the stairs feeling a bit guilty, but to be honest, I was a little unsure of why I was mad at the moment.

I knew that Michael was probably the cause but that didn't help me figure out what he did wrong. Sure, complaining that he was stuck with me for eternity was a bit demeaning, but it wasn't like he was entitled to be in love with me. He never even said anything about cheating on me. In fact, as far as I knew, he seemed to be completely comfertable with being faithful. Concidering he was sort of the school playboy and we weren't actually publically dating, that was actually very nice of him. Well, it was sort of anyway. It's the thought that counts?

I put my backpack next to my desk and groaned as I plopped onto my bed. I, in the end, was not exactly in the right when I made the snark comment and slammed the car door in his face. I groaned again and rolled over on my back. I stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before I felt embarrassed again. To remedy that, I decided the best course of action was to grab my pillow and shove it into my face. I'll admit, it didn't actually help all that much but it did bring some comfort.

Around this time I realized Megan never actually came into the house with me.

Suddenly, I felt angry all over again. They were probably together somewhere or he had offered her a ride to his house to sudy or something. Maybe she asked for a ride home. Honestly, I couldn't have cared who he was with or how they were spending their time. What bugged me was that he, once again, treated everyone better than me. Once again, for some reason, I was deserving of being treated like I was the biggest jerk on the planet.

I decided that it would be best if I just watched some television before I let my emotions get the best of me. I was probably only about ten seconds from screaming into my pillow. Now, dont get me wrong, I was still going to scream. It would just be directed towards TV characters and that was much more socially acceptable.

I flipped through the channels on the TV before finally settling on a good drama. It was good for my purposes, anyway. I hadn't really ever seen it before in my life to be honest, but the girl did plenty for me to yell at and the boy was pretty on the not-so-smart side, too. It was a great stress relief and actually sort of entertaining. The plot was decent, sort of, if you did some mental editing.