Friends for-never

Feelings and Opinions

  Ally

I sit there next to Bryan in the café booth completely and utterly disgusted. Once I saw him handle her like that I was pissed, steaming I had walked over, against the protests that both Joseph and Bryan called out after me, with the intention of getting rid of the handsome manhandler, only to bring him back with us. My arms crossed over my chest I watch Makayla and the guy talk, he told us his name was Tray and then seemed to go on about something I didn't pay attention to though I did notice that even if he didn't have my attention he definitely had Makayla's. Bryan sat there next to me chuckling at my boiling over anger.

 He always gave me a bad time about my short temper when it came to winning an argument or defending what I believed was mine. Always telling me I was a protective mother with a mouth and a bad attitude, and he loved it, he always reminded me. But I wasn't in the mood and I kicked him in the shin for it.

 "Ally, Tray's taking me out tomorrow, wondering if you wanted to help me get ready?" she asks as if its the most normal thing ever while I'm sitting there gritting my teeth to attempt at keeping my thoughts to myself.

 "You're serious? Pie, that is ~" I start out, my poster straightened and rigged with my disbelief and slight panic.

  "Sandy." Bryan's voice is calm as he cuts my tirade off. Before it even began. I turn my heated blue and green eyes over to his dark ones,

  "Don't." is my short response as I stand up, I glance at Tray with a look that could kill only for him to smile smugly at my angry outbreak, which only made it worse, knowing he didn't give a shit about my outburst. I turned around and made my way  to the girl's  small, one person restroom, my boots thudding on the dark hardwood, needing space from Pie's accusing eyes and Joseph's curious ones. Not to mention Bryan's disappointed ones. God.

   A date? With a guy who caged her and had his hands in her pants two seconds after their confrontation? How the hell does he even justify that? He doesn't. I look up into the mirror my blonde  brown streaked hair bouncing in hairsprayed curls ending at my shoulders my bangs lying limply to the side of my forehead. My damn freckles shown more in the summer than ever. I knew self loathing was probably as bad as pity parties, which I despised, but I couldn't help it, done it forever.

  I just completely blew up, in a room full of coffee drinking people. The realization making me cringe I turn away from the mirror trying to calm my breathing. I hear the door open and my gaze shoots over to find Joseph standing there. 
 

 "Has everyone lost their minds?" I yell-whisper adding, "Close the damn door, Josephine."

 He listens, closing the door and locking it quietly as  I look at the ground my hand on my forehead trying to stop the on coming headache.

  "You okay, Sandra?" he asks his voice laced with worry, I take in a long breath and nod answering,

  "Yeah, I'm fine."

  "Looked as if you were going to put out quite a rant out there, the way your face just lit up, very entertaining." he says chuckling as he stands in front of me.

  I look up at him a feigned annoyed look on my face, "You think you're funny." I smile though in spite of it.

  "That's because I am." he says simply waiting for my sure to be argumentive reply.

   "Beg to differ." I answer and then add, "Pie probably wasn't as amused, I'm guessing."

    Joseph shook his head to confirm my guess but says, "I came here to talk about something else though." I look up at him cursing him mentally. He has the worst timing for this shit, the absolute worst.

   "Then what?" I ask calmly though I was twirling my hair around my finger and swaying back and forth because I'm an emotional nervous mess all of the time now it seems.

   "It's driving me crazy." he says and I sigh knowing exactly what he was referring to.

   "Well, you started it." I say half smiling.

  "And you have yet to make or break it." he shoots back, always one to throw my mouth back at me. I knew what I was doing was horrible, he's sitting here waiting and I can't seem to bring myself to get rid of Bryan. But I knew why, though I refused to admit it to anyone, I was scared. I've never been in a situation that I haven't been able to fix, I've always had a solution to every problem I've faced. And I've faced some monumental ones. But Bryan was something completely different.

  "We haven't done anything since then." I say attempting at a defense, but I knew it was a weak one and he didn't fail to notice it either.

   He leans in incredibly close, uncomfortably close, pushing my backside up against the edge of the counter. His smile positively mischievous, I knew what was coming and as I was just about to give in I caught myself,

  "We can't. I can't." I say quietly focusing on the floor trying to stop my world from spinning as it was. 

  He sighs his hands lying limp on my waist, "Then figure this out, quick, Sandra." he says just as quiet before walking out, I wait for precaution before walking out myself, back to the table where eyes were sure to be watching.