All Which Remains

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Arron

Ramelan's girlfriend came over that night. I'm surprised that Ramelan is even able to get a girlfriend. Or rather, a rich girlfriend. She's incredibly pretty. With bright blue eyes and a hijab hiding (what I would assume) brown hair. I have a feeling that we could've been friends if the circumstances were different. There must be something that she wants from Ramelan.

I stare at her from the other side of the table. She's laughing and holding Ramelan's hand. He doesn't seem to care about anything that is happening. I can't think of anything that someone like her would want from someone like Ramelan.

He can't be a good kisser. And he's not that handsome. I feel like an arrow goes through my head. My face starts to burn and I look down. I can't handle any more of this.

I put down the napkin-– I'd been given it to seem more proper— and leave without asking for permission. I speed down the hallway. Our bedroom is at the end. I jump onto my bed and scream into my pillow. I don't scream loud enough for them to hear me from the kitchen, but it's enough for me to get rid of all of the embarrassment.

Oh my God.

Oh my god.

ohmygod.

What the heck am I thinking?

I take my face out of my pillow and stare at the ceiling. There has to be something seriously wrong with me. Having a crush on a guy that has a girlfriend is a new level of wrong. I don't want to become a homewrecker. And Ramelan of all people? Really?

God, I must be seriously messed up.

I stay in our room for the rest of the night, waiting for his rich girlfriend to leave. I don't want to have to talk to her. It'd be such an awkward conversation, at least on my part. Talking to the girl that's dating the guy that I'm starting to have feelings for?

No, thank you.

As night nears, I hear a cluster of voices downstairs saying "goodbye". So, I tiptoe outside of my room and try to sneak out the backdoor while they're all preoccupied.

Except for one of them.

Whoever it is, grabs my arm and pulls me back inside the house.

"Hey!" I say, ripping my arm out of their grip and spinning around to face them. "What was that for?"

"That was for leaving in the middle of dinner," Ramelan says.

"You can't "punish" me for that! It was horrible there. I had to leave."

"You could have taken me with you. I wanted to leave."

"You should have said something. Don't blame your crap on me," I say, pushing him in the chest. He grabs my hand.

"Can't you tell?" He says as he puts my hand on his heart. I jerk my hand away. What's up with him today?

"Leave me alone, Ramelan. I don't want to be another cog in your manipulative mind game," I spat at him. "I bet that the reason you were gone yesterday was to sleep with your rich "girlfriend". You could've told me, instead of creeping around like you're walking on eggshells around me. Stop messing with me and just leave me alone." Then, I turn around and leave. It's way too cold outside for mid-fall. I rub my arms and speed up.

I need to get away.

Why did I say that?

Why did I try to hurt him?