New Enemy or Old Lover (Final book in the "Love or Lust" trilogy)

Chapter 12:

"Hey mom, it's me.. I know we haven't talked in awhile, but I really need to talk to you. It's important," I sighed, twirling the phone cord, "I love you, and I miss you. Call me back."

I set the phone back on the wall and sighed once more, rolling my eyes. My phone buzzed my back pocket, my eyes lit up with excitement. I slid it out quickly only to let out a groan as I saw it was a text from Monica, not my mom. I clicked it open.

[Hey babe, heard you fought off Jessica. Bravo!! Anyways, getting off work early. Be at your house around 8:00, love you.]

I smiled warmly and quickly replied.

[Kk, can't wait :) ]

I clicked my phone shut and dumped my homework out of my book bag, letting it scatter across the table. I shuffled over to the pantry and swung it open, realizing I had little to no food left in the entire house. I shot a quick text to Monica to bring food, and settled for Oreos that may or may not be stale.

I ripped the bag open, "Come on, come on baby," I muttered, dunking it in the milk. I took a bite and yelled in success as I threw a fist in the air, "Yes! Not stale! Ha ha!"

I dunked another cookie and started on my calculus. My eyes scanned over the papers, understanding little to none about the notes, but I tried anyways. I scribbled away on my paper, circling the ones that I had no idea on, and moved on to the next subject.

Three hundred and seventy four words later, my English project was halfway through. I scribbled away on the loose leaf piece of paper, continuing to write about the topic of my report. I groaned, my hand cramping from writing so much and I tossed my pencil to the side, leaning back in my kitchen chair.

"This sucks," I muttered to myself.

My eyes glanced over to the living room, and a smirk crept up upon my face. I shove my homework inside of my bag and threw myself on the couch, letting myself sink into the cushions as I felt around for the remote. Clicking the television on, I surfed through the channels and settled myself in.

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"Go away Tate!" Violet screamed.

"You're all I want!" Tate shouted.

I pouted to myself; this episode of American Horror Story always brought tears to my eyes. Violet and Tate were my number one couple, and I hated when they broke up. I whined to myself as I watched Tate disappear off screen, and screamed as thunder boomed outside, shaking the house.

"Great, just my luck."

Lightning crashed outside, light pouring into the barely lit room. I sighed, watching as the rain dripped down the windows onto the wet grass outside, and turned back to my television. I switched on Friends instead because that always cheered me up, but I couldn't help but to think about Elliot and what he said.

You did.

Why did he say that? I never said that, those words never came out of my mouth. I shook my head angrily. Maybe he was trying to get me mad, yeah that's it. That's the reason. I shouldn't even bother with this whole Andy situation, it's not like he cares about it. He was so angry when I said Harry's name he probably doesn't care.

Another clap of thunder sounded outside, and I screamed at both that and the pounding on my door. I quickly got off my couch, looking over to the kitchen clock. 6:56 PM.

Monica wouldn't be this early, would she? I shrugged my shoulders but soon remembered she'd bring food, and I squealed. I ran to the door, starving for food besides Oreos, and opened it immediately, "Monica thank god I'm-"