Teach Me How to Love Again (Sequel to Dirty Little Secret)

Chapter 44: Here We Are, and You're Too Drunk to Hear a Word I Say

*~(The title of this chapter is from Just Tonight by The Pretty Reckless.)~*

*~Gerard's P.O.V.~*

Have you ever said something you completely didn't mean, just so you could make somebody feel as bad as they made you feel?

Well, that's what I just did with Sky. I didn't mean to call her irritating, and I definitely didn't mean I'd rather have a girl my age than her. I only said it because she hurt me, and I wasn't thinking.

But then she looked into my eyes as tears spilled out of hers, and she uttered three words I never wanted to hear from her.

"I hate you."

Then she didn't even quiet her loud sobs as she ran out of my classroom without looking back.

Actually, I guess she looked back once, because I felt something hit my face. As I picked up the small object to examine it, I noticed it was the charm I had bought for her as a late birthday gift. She threw it hard at my face. She was so pissed at me. I tucked the charm into my pocket and thought about what I had done.

She fucking hates me. She really said it this time.

Why the fuck did I even say that? Of course I wouldn't rather have a wife my own age. I only fucking want Sky, but now she hates me.

This is all my fault. I dumped her just until graduation, but now there's no way she'll even take me back after she graduates. I'm a piece of shit.

I left the school, but on my way out I saw Sky leaning against a tree near the school. She had her head buried in her knees, and she was bawling.

"Sky?" I said.

She immediately looked up at me and glared as harshly as she could. "Would you just fucking go away?" she spat. "I don't want to see you anymore."

I tried to rub her back to comfort her, but she pushed me away as hard as she could. "Don't fucking touch me! Go find yourself a woman your own age, just like you wanted!"

I just nodded in understanding. I understood why she wouldn't want to see me.

I left the school and drove myself home.

I planned on getting completely fucking wasted tonight.

*~Sky's P.O.V.~*

After I left the school building, I just leaned against a tree and cried. I was in no hurry to get home, because I'd be walking home alone anyway.

Eventually, after I yelled at Gerard, I finally got up the strength to walk home. Luckily for me, it wasn't too far of a walk. Maybe about fifteen minutes.

Frank obviously wasn't home, so I just threw myself onto the couch and sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity. My mind was racing, full of thoughts and memories of Gerard.

About two hours later, my phone rang. I answered it without checking who it was, because I figured it'd be Frank, or maybe even Denise.

Only, it wasn't.

"Heyyyy Skyyyy," an obviously drunken voice slurred on the other line, dragging out all of their words. "I miss you!" they said, then they started laughing at who-knows-what.

I knew this voice. It was obvious to me.

"Gerard, leave me alone," I sighed.

"Nuh-uh! I don't wanna!" he protested. He became like a fucking toddler when he was drunk.

He started giggling again, and I rolled my eyes. Usually I'd find his little giggle adorable, but not now. I was still mad at him.

"I miss you," he repeated, but he was still giggling.

"I know," I sighed.

"Do you miss me?"

"No."

"That's not very nice."

"You're not very nice, Gerard."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing."

"I miss you," he repeated, as if he had already forgotten our entire conversation. This was exhausting. Dealing with Gerard when he's drunk was one of the most irritating things I'd ever had to do.

"Sky?" he asked.

"Yes?"

"Um..." he trailed off. "I forgot."

I put my hand on my face and sighed. This was pointless and fucking exhausting.

"Sky?"

"What?" I snapped, my frustration beginning to show through.

"Hi."

"Hello, Gerard."

"Hi. I miss you."

"I know."

He started giggling again. "You're funny."

I tried to figure out what he thought was funny. Was it my irritated tone of voice? Eventually I gave up. Who knows what this drunken toddler found funny.

"I wanna cuddle you. I miss you," he said.

"I don't want to cuddle you," I said.

"That's not very nice," he muttered quietly, just like a hurt little kid. "Are you mad at me?"

"Yes, I am."

"Sky?"

"What?"

"Hi."

"Gerard, stop."

"Hi. Why won't you cuddle me?"

"Because I'm mad at you."

He was silent for a while, until he spoke.

"Hi."

I groaned and hung up on him. It was kind of cute to hear him acting like a toddler, but I was too mad at him to really care.

He called back a moment later, and I answered just to tell him off.

"Hi. Why did you hang up on me? Are you mad at me?"

"Yes, Gerard, I'm fucking mad at you."

He giggled once more. "You're funny."

Then I gave up on trying to explain. He was too fucking drunk to understand me.

I hung up again and turned my phone off before I ran to the bathroom and vomited up all of the contents of my stomach. I think this Gerard situation was stressing me out too much. Now it's fucking with my stomach. Great.