emotions

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       I stared at the wall as the sound of my phone smashing into it made my room's atmosphere quiet.
"Michael???" I could hear my mom's footsteps slowly approaching my bedroom door.
I acted like I didn't hear her call just now and continued staring at the blank wall in front of me.
"Honey, what was that noise?" She asks, creeping slowly in through the crack of my door.
I gave no answer.
She walks over to where my phone was broken into literal pieces and picks them up.
"This is your last phone I'm buying you this year Michael Anthony."
I hated when she pulled out my middle name. I just pretended to shrug my shoulders at her and kept my remaining silence, hoping she would get the gist and exit my room without any further dialogue. Boy was I wrong.
She made her way to my bed and pushed my legs back and took a seat beside me.
"Just give it some time, Son. Sometimes us women take a little while longer to let things blow over."
I looked my mom in her eyes.
"But Ma... I thought she really cared about me. No matter how angry we get at each other, we never stop being friends. Right? Is it somethin' I'm missing Mama?"
She wiped away the tear threatening to escape my already flushed face.
"Don't look it as a loss because nothing is set in stone, you always give things time baby. You both could probably use a bit of space after that heated situation. You know?" She said rubbing the small of my back.
My mom's words made me flash back to that frightful day I lost my best friend.

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     I woke up and checked my phone I left on my nightstand. No messages. That's weird. I checked the time. 10:46 AM. She should be up by now.
We normally do our daily "Porch Chronicles" where we roll our on respective blunts and talk about any and everything, but today seems a little late. I checked the socials to see if she had posted anything. To my surprise she hadn't posted yet, but was active 3 minutes ago. So she must be up.
I decided to text her.
You okay sleepyhead?
I watched the word 'delivered' swoop underneath my text message and locked my phone back up.
No clue, but okay.
I started to get up and put my clothes on before my first class started, until I heard my phone vibrate against the rail.
I jerked my head back a bit as I read her response.
BF: Yea I'm straight bro.
I could instantly tell something was wrong, just by her choice of words, but what could it be that was making her so standoffish this morning?
You sure you okay Maia?
Before I could walk away she replied back almost instantly.
BF: Ain't that what I just said?
Well obviously she's not in the mood to talk, so I'll just leave her be for a while. She gets like this from time to time, it's probably her period cramps she always says. So I'll just chop it up with her in class.
I pulled into my community college's parking lot around 11:45, my first class didn't start until 12:30 so I had a bit of "bullshit" time as I called it, to make my way over to the cafeteria for a before-class breakfast which consisted of a everything bagel with strawberry cream cheese and a mocha latte. Brain food.
Once inside the cafeteria I glanced over to see my Bestfriend talking to a group of people I wasn't too familiar with. I still made it my point to speak to my girl anyways.
"Hey you. You feeling better?" I said standing between her and the curly haired guy I remembered from class.
She looked at me with a perplexed expression as she looked me up and down.
"Do I know you?"
Feeling a bit embarrassed I softly said, " Girl, stop playing. Is you feeling any better I said." Hoping she would snap out of whatever the fuck she was doing.
She then turns to the group of strangers huddled up at the table.
"Do yall know this guy? Must be lookin' for a friend..." she shrugs her shoulders and the eruption of laughter from the crowd startled me.
I turned around to get up and leave as I felt the warm rush of rejection slowly making its way into my chest. I took one last look at her and simply said "Why?" That's all I had left to think to myself as I left school completely for the day. I didn't want to even show my face on those grounds anymore. I've had enough embarrassment for one day. How could she do that to me? I thought we were friends...