Water Tower

Chapter 8

*AMANDA'S P.O.V*

"That was."

"Wow."

"Yeah."

I still feel his lips tingling on my lips. I still feel the movements. The way they fit like a puzzle piece. The realization hits me, he is in a relationship. I just kissed a guy that has a girlfriends. She could kick my ass if she wanted too. I stand up and start down the ladder.

"Amanda, where are you going?" Michael calls.

"Home." I say, still climbing down.

"No wait, Amanda." He says, coming down as well.

"No Michael. We shouldn't have kissed. That was stupid of us." I say once I reached the bottom.

"No it wasn't. Amanda. Amanda stop walking." He says, but I continue to walk. His hand wraps around my arm, spinning me around. "Damnit Amanda."

"No Michael. You don't understand. We shouldn't have done that. We're friends, been friends since we were little. You have a girlfriend, you basically, kind of cheated on her. Well I don't know if you could call it that, all we-" I'm cut off by his lips on mine again. I give in, but quickly stop. I pull away and push him back. "Michael. I'm serious."

"Who cares about Hannah? I was going to break up with her sooner or later." He says, walking towards me again.

"Stop, you're probably high right now anyways. You probably won't remember a thing by morning." I know he isn't high, he drove. Unless he's dumb to drive while high.

"What the fuck Amanda?!" He says, anger laced in his voice, "I'm not fucking high! I'm not stupid."

"How long?" I ask.

"How long what? Why are you changing the subject?" He asked.

"How long have you been using drugs?" I ask.

"Since I was 18." He say, looking at his feet.

"Why?" I ask.

"I wanted to." He says.

"That's a bullshit answer." I spit.

"No it's not. Damn, you need to get laid. You're so uptight." He says.

"Know what Michael! Fuck you!" I yell, walking away.

"Fuck you too! I don't even know why we were even friends in the first place. You do you always fuck shit up Amanda!" He yells.

"I fuck shit up? You're the one that has been so bipolar ever since I've got here. One minute you're nice and then the next you're yelling at me for no fucking reason. I've had enough Michael. Goodbye." I say, walking away.

"THANK GOD YOU'RE GONE! I WON'T MISS YOU BITCH!" I hear him yell. I feel the tears slide down my face. I can't believe I'm wasting tears over that asshole. I reach up and wipe them away.

"You need to stop crying Amanda. Don't cry over that bastard." I tell myself every time I wipe away a tear. Once I make it back home, I don't bother with changing my clothes. I lay down over top of the covers and fall fast asleep.

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2 weeks.

It's been 2 weeks since Michael and I's argument. I've stayed in my room the whole time, except when for when I had to go to work. That's my daily routine. Sleep, work, come home, sleep. I've hardly ate anything. I know Aunt Shelia is getting worried. She comes to my room a lot and asks if I'm okay. Lauren and Kaitlyn come over and bring me stuff. They're like the ice cream parlor. They come over and bring me ice cream at least once everyday. While I was at work, the door dinged, signaling that someone has worked into the diner.