Glass Houses Shouldn't Throw Stones

Chapter Six

Aaron is missing at school today. He was meant to be my lab partner for AP Bio rather than one of my close girl friends. He would carry his own weight without asking questions. My friends would do their work, but they would assume I could finish everything.

I work with my on and off best friend, Kylie. She's kind, but if she thinks something is right; it's right. I love her to death, though. Like all relationships, we hit bumps in the road.

The day drags on and I am in my last period AP Stat class when my phone buzzes in my pencil case. The bell rings and the message remains unopened. I scurry out of class and towards my vehicle. A friend of mine, Delia, requests a ride. Of course, I say yes and slide into the drivers seat. I want to open the message, but I would feel bad if I was texting and driving. I could ask Delia, but it would be a distraction.

I murmur a "Goodbye darling!" And blow a fake kiss as she sprints up to her house. It's a cute little brick house near the school.

Arriving home, I rummage through the drawers for a knife and cut up an apple. Spooning out Nutella, I splurge on it. My mood put a damper on previously flooded things.

"You're a slut." -Aaron

It's an IMessage, so he knows I have read it and not replied. My phone falls to the carpet and stays there. I retrieve my textbooks and complete my work by 7. Then, I allow myself to slip into my bed and think.

His words should not hurt me. He should mean nothing. He's just a jerk. But, I want to know why he thought so lowly of me. Forty minutes of contemplation later, I listen to the ring going through.

"Hello?" His voice is soft and pleasant, unlike him.

"Slut? I'm a slut?"

"You are." He snaps disapprovingly.

"I was just calling to confirm your ego is uglier than your face." Dropping the call, I slipped into a slumber.

Rudely awakened at 5:30AM, I scrambled to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth (20 seconds in each area), flossed, showered, and applied a moisturizer. I dressed in a pink blouse, white sweater, and Hollister jeans.

I didn't need any makeup, really. My mom never let me wear any. I had long, thick eyelashes and relatively clear skin. I had an acne scar I was conscious of though. I was no perfect girl.

As I combed my aphotic mane, I slid onto my desk chair to view my laptop's notifications and contend. A picture was plastered on Facebook of my brother with his arm slung around my shoulder. His friend, Ian, had his hand on my waist. My dad was next to Adelias and his friend's son was next to Ian.

I couldn't stop myself from thinking, is this what Aaron meant? I accepted his friend request and commented on the picture.

"Great family picture guys. It's tough being the only girl :)"

My cell phone popped with a message from Aaron. I set his ringtone to Blurred Lines. He and Robin Thicke were creeps.

"Family?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Can I pick you up?"

"I wouldn't want my slutty germs in your car."

I plowed through a breakfast of blueberries to find my driveway cluttered with my dad's colleague's cars.

I smiled my way through "Hi" and "Hello," reminding everyone I had school.

When I reached the end of my driveway, I saw Aaron with a teddy bear.

"You're blocking my view." I stated, coldly.

"I am?"

"Move." I had no patience for a d-bag.

He smiled to himself as I thought "creep." Robin Thicke jumped into my head. Coincidentally, the radio blasted the same pop-crap as I hopped in my car. Aaron blocked my driveway.

"I will not hesitate to crash your car. Insurance loves me."

"My brother is in there."

"Move." Realizing I wasn't in a mood to be messed with, Aaron drove off. Thank god.

I texted him throughout the school day with the same harsh attitude. He was erected by my locker when I was meant to collect my supplies for heading home.

"Please come over."

"Why?"

"We need to talk."

"Will you leave me alone?"

"Yes, if you want me to, after we talk."

So, here I was, at Aaron's cozy home. He grinned the whole way there and he led me into the dining room. His house was nice. The floors were a light wood and the walls were daisy yellow. It was a classic colonial.

"What's up?" I questioned nonchalantly.

"Look, I was really jealous and I thought you were dating that guy and it was wrong."

"Jealous? Newsflash, we met 6 days ago."

"I know. At first I thought you were with Adelias and it was so sweet of a pretty girl like you to date a cancer patient. But your Facebook didn't have a relationship status.."

I cut him off. "You Facebook stalk me? Great. First of all, Adelias is no charity case and neither are other cancer patients. D-bag."

"I know, I know. So anyway, I was angry you had all those guys over you. But your comment..."

"You are stalking me." It wasn't a question.

"I added you to close friends, slut."

"I am out of here." I slammed the maroon door behind me and jumped into my car. I ran a hand through my raven hair and signed. I literally could not stand his arrogance. "I'm so so sorry, oh wait I'll call you a slut again, it's okay, slut."

My phone blasted All Time Low by The Wanted

AN: Not a big The Wanted fan or 1D

"Hello?" I answered through the Hands Free speaker.

"Date me."

"What?"

"It's Aaron."

"No way!" Sarcasm dripping from my voice. "Look. Explain yourself or shut up."

"I'm sorry."

"You know what? I don't get you. One second you are nice. The next you call me a slut. You apologize all day. Then call me one again. I'm never dramatic, but I have my pride. You promised if we talked you would leave me alone. So follow through."