Paper Birds

Chapter Five

"Melody what were you thinking?" he hissed, narrowing his eyes. "I never have known you to fight anyone".

It wasn't me...

It's all I thought as he talked to me, his angry expression. But I never thought I'd push him to be angry at me, especially under circumstances like this.

So I stopped his sentence, "Lucas I didn't start it!" I snapped. "She lashed onto me first". He looks at me, seemingly surprised. But he reveals his angry expression once more. "You still fought."

"So?!" I shouted "you always told me to defend myself!" hearing my self shout at him made me realize we're arguing, our first argument.

"So?" he repeated "She's my EX-girlfriend, not your competition."

What the fuck?

"Your ex?" I repeated.

Saying the words made me feel funny. How can Marka and Lucas ever been a couple? Like how the fuck did that ever worked out?

I like to see Marka as the negative energy. Mean and bitchy. And Lucas as the positive. Sweet and genuine. Lucas and Marka are nothing more then the opposite sides of a magnet, drawing each other away

I can only picture them ever talking to eacother if they are paired as partners for a project or some shit.

Before I said anything else, he took his hand off my wrist and walked

Left me stranded with nothing but my thoughts.

I watched him walk away, then I turned and stormed off with so many questions in my mind. Not to many, but many at the same time.

A buzz virbrates against my back pocket.

I whip out my phone angrily but my phone slips out of my fingers and just like that, my phone broke apart.

The battery piece flown once the back piece was opened. My phone skidd landing flat on the face of its screen.

There was an ugly crunch noise that erupted and died.

Horrified, I inch towards my phone carefully lifting it up bracing myself for what meets my doom.

I looked at the screen. Suddenly my face went from red to white. My phone was partially chipped in the corner as cracks spurted from it towards the other corner of the screen.

Mother fucker

My mom would kick tits and flip shit if she see's this phone that deserves to be on the American Horror Story.

Can this day get any worse?

I hear a car beeping beside me. I look over my shoulder to see familiar headlights flashing towards me, the indicator signaling to make a left turn. But it doesnt turn. Its sitting there as if it was waiting on something

I see a familiar figure sitting in the drivers seat, waving its hand gesturing to come over.

Thats when I knew. That brightly white Mustang, was my mom.

Yes, it can get worse.