Girls

Chapter 27

"I think one day we're going to get married," Elizabeth says next to me.

"You think so?"

"Yup. It's gonna happen, just give it a few years." I'm trying not to laugh. I mean is she serious? I look at her and for some reason I'm not as woo'd as I usually am.

"Woah..." Elizabeth lowers her sunglasses.

Coming our way in super swervy, messy turns is Joseph. Somethings different about him this time though. He's....what is he? He's a he, obviously, but like...shit, what is different?? Same face, same floppy body, same hai....holy...holy woah. HOLY WOAH. HE CUT HIS HAIR. HE FREAKING CUT HIS HAIR OH MY LORD.

"Joseph got hot," Elizabeth smiles at him like she is looking at a nice juicy steak and she hasn't eaten in a while. I'm gonna be honest, I might be looking at him like that too.

"Hey guys!!" Joseph wriggles his eyebrows and flashes his smile. "Notice anything different??"

"Your hair!" Elizabeth runs her hands through it. It's really fluffy.

Joseph looks befuddled. "My hair? Oh—OH! Yeah got that cut like hella long ago, like--like yesterday, that's how long ago. But no! That's not it! Notice anything else??"

Elizabeth and I stare at him. We look him up and down and all around. Did he get new jeans? Nope, same jeans he always wears. New....new.......underwear that make him feel like a big boy? Well, hehe, that is something I would hope he wouldn't want us to notice on our own, if y'all get what I'm sayin. But honestly the boy looks the same, bushy eyebrows and all.

"My tooth!" He cries out. " I got my tooth fixed!" And he's right. The front tooth that was chipped as hell is now back to normal. Now if he didn't constantly screech what he's saying, the boy could have a real good chance of being really, really attractive.

Suddenly his bright face darkens a little as he looks past me. We follow his eyes and there, standing next to Andrea is the girl who is notoriously known for breaking my heart into itty. bitty. pieces. Not like we were together that long, honestly, but a lot of feelings can add up in a short amount of time. Don't ever let anybody tell you dismiss your feelings for someone, no matter how long you have been together. If it's real to you, that's all that matters. Just make sure those feels are being reciprocated.

In Sabrina's hands are a bunch of papers and even a painting that I recognize as the one I gave to her a while back. I honestly didn't want it cause I can't paint for crap, but she seemed to want it so I gave it to her. It was a nice gesture, I believe, but now we're here and she is handing it back over to me like a babysitter handing back the children.

"Here you go." She tries to make eye contact but I can't return it. I'm afraid she'll see the lil chibi versions of me crying and toppling over one another in my irises.

The pounding in my ears is loud enough to boom over whatever she is saying. She looks troubled, not that I care. How is it that even though she's a good few feet away from me, I can still smell her perfume? It's the same one she wore that day we went to the mall. 

My arm juts out the painting back to her, keeping my eyes low to my feet. "You can keep the painting or throw it away or whatever. I don't want it."

"It's okay, I don't want it either." I can't believe she has the nerve to say that. It's like she doesn't even care about my heart or how I feel.

Annoyance is flaring up within me now. I hand all the papers to Joseph and take the painting in both my hands. There's a brief moment of consideration that maybe I'm just acting like a total tool in this little fit of frustration. Before I get the chance to refrain from I'm doing, I've already folded the canvas painting in half and dumped it into the nearest trashcan.

Sabrina rolls her eyes. "Was that really necessary?"

I look at her now, unafraid, because for once I feel nothing and nothing feels good.

"Was breaking up with me the way you did necessary?" I scoff, "Actually, was going out with me even necessary, since, you know, you weren't over someone."

"That's not fair—"

"No, Sabrina," I snap at her, "What isn't fair is constantly having plans cancelled and then getting dumped over text messaging. That isn't fair. And—and you couldn't even tell me why! I had to ask! So tell me what again isn't fair?!"

I got her there. She stands in front of me, not saying a damn thing but looking at me with such a mixed expression, it nearly exhausts me from trying to figure it out. Fortunately enough the bell for lunch ending rings.

"Thanks for my stuff back." I sigh and turn to leave. Elizabeth walks me to my class but we don't talk. I can feel Andrea walking behind me cause her class is conveniently in the same direction as mine. Like my life can't get any more dramatic.

"See you later, Nicki," Elizabeth leans forward and kisses my cheek. I don't really feel anything. No sparks, no tinglies, only a plain ol peck. Can't say I'm complaining; it is kinda nice not feeling so overwhelmed for once.

I shoot glance over my shoulder and make eye contact with Andrea through the crowd. She looks embarrassed, I think. Before I head into the classroom, I flash her a sad little smirk 'cause I can tell she feels bad for me. Everybody feels bad for me right now. Man, things could've gone so differently if I hadn't listened to Andrea and asked Sabrina out. She should feel bad as far as I am concerned. She's the one who told me Sabrina liked me in the first place! If it wasn't for her, I could either be in a real relationship right about now or I could be blissfully happy being a single pringle chip.

Funny how things work out.

End

Song: About A Girl - Nirvana

Authors note: sorry for the late postings. Bare with me please lol now that it's summer I'll be able to write again! Thanks for staying loyal