Chances

Chapter 18- Anger Issues

"Don't do it."

"But it's been a week."

"Try five days."

"A school week."

"That doesn't qualify as a week." She scoffed. I bit my lip. She had a point. A week- or 'five days', had passed without contact with Bennett. I had been trying to spend all of my time with either Matilda or studying so I wouldn't think of him, but I wanted to call so badly. I told her he took me to meet his friends, and the guilt was eating me alive, but I couldn't tell her the truth. I promised. I had told her what he said, and she said, and I quote, "I will castrate him". She had then been completely on the 'no Bennett' boat. It was bothering me. My hands were itching to call him or text him, but she was holding me back.

My phone was sitting on her bed, a few inches from my hands. My legs were sitting crisscross underneath me and she was painting her nails a new green she had just bought.

"But what if he's sitting around and doing the same thing." She sent me a look, before returning to her toes.

"The guy makes millions by breathing, I doubt he's just 'sitting around'." She said, rolling her eyes for effect. I bit my lip. She was right, but I couldn't help but feel the need to apologize. My whole body was beating myself up for not talking to him. She kept telling me that he should be the one to apologize first, not me. It made me feel mean. Yet, his words still came back to me.

I was a kid to him. Maybe that was why he wasn't calling me. Maybe he was giving up on me. On us. Was I really the only one dedicated this relationship? I would wait for him to text me, and in the meantime I'll continue on with my life. My world didn't revolve around a guy.

"Okay, so what do we do? We've got a full weekend in a house alone to ourselves." She glanced up at me again.

"So you've finally come to your senses?" I made a face at the sly glint in her eyes. "You know what? We can call over Stacy and Jenna and watch a few movies." She offered as she twisted on the cap to the nail polish. I knew Alex nor Adrian would be back for neither Saturday nor Sunday. They had some major "V-card extermination" to do. Tyler seemed to have his own personal booty-call he was out with, and was probably spending a few days with. Leaving me alone... with Matilda. And apparently Jenna and Stacy.

"'Kay, call 'em, I'll go down to the Red-Box." I told her, pushing myself off the bed and away from my phone. "And I'm not taking my phone, so if an emergency happens you know where to find me." She sent me a small salute before reaching over the side of the bed to get her charging IPhone. Her skinny jeans had been changed into a pair of my boy-shorts, and her off-the-shoulder Forever 21 top had been changed to one of my X-Large "Harry Potter" shirts I got from a premiere. Her bare feet were dangling from the side of the bed as I walked out the door.

Snagging on a pair of grey converse to match my grey joggers and my black hoodie, I grabbed my debit card from my purse and headed towards the door with my light blue lanyard swung over my neck.

As I jogged down the steps, I recalled each and every moment I spent with him. Were there any signs that he really didn't even think about me? He seemed nice and loving... enough. Was I really just that naive? I probably wouldn't be able to live off the payment that Graham's café provided, and we'd end up selling the apartment. The thought of losing our home made a little part of me darken. I had to get that job back. Matilda didn't understand the risk of my family's home if I didn't call him. There was a chance that he would answer and not care, and there was a chance that he would. It was fifty, fifty. Risk and reward.

I clutched my keys harder in my hand as I walked to the car. Pala was sitting comfortably in the small parking lot space we owned. Another perk to being the only girl in the family; if you threatened to cry or scream you can make anything happen. Well, unless you're dealing with Cold-Hearted Alex.