Fooled

Chapter 15

                  Kathryn was just sitting on Shelby’s bed holding one of the many pillow pets in the room. She was wearing one of Shelby’s pajamas and her dress was hanging over the bed’s headboard. Shelby walked in talking on the phone frantically, “She’s just really tired so I picked her up and brought her here. There’s nothing to worry about Mr. Baxter. I’ll have her home tomorrow.” Shelby listened intently while pacing back forth, “Yes, Sir. Goodnight. Yeah, I’ll tell her. Thank you. Bye.”

                When she hung up, Shelby sat on the bed next to Kathryn. Looking down and frowning, Kathryn said, “I’m so stupid.”

                “What happened,” Shelby skipped the comfort portion for now and wanted all the details immediately, “What did he do?”

                “I don’t even know what happened,” She shrugged speaking honestly, “I mean he was having a nice time at the party and I wasn’t. I got really tired so I asked if we could sit down. We went to a bed room and sat by the window like on a nook or whatever. It wasn’t a bed so I didn’t think anything of it. He kissed me and started taking off my dress,” Her shoulders collapsed in a slouch.

                “I don’t want to hear details,” Shelby closed her eyes cringing slightly.

                “Nothing happened,” She sniffed, “I stopped him before anything could happen, but he got angry and shoved me out the door. Damien was there so he covered me with his jacket.”

                “Yeah,” She nodded, “I saw that.”

                “I’m so stupid,” Kathryn cried, “I should have listened to you and my dad and everyone for that matter.”

                “Stop that,” Shelby scolded. Kathryn noted how she wasn’t very comforting, but it was better that way. Every time Kat needed someone to talk to, it was always Shelby because she told her how it was and wasn’t afraid to hurt her. “Stop feeling sorry for yourself, okay? You didn’t do anything with him so there is nothing to cry over. You’ve never cared about what people thought about you so the humiliation isn’t really a reason to cry either.”

                “I know,”

                “So why are you crying?”

                “It still sucks,” Kat answered and reached out for a water bottle. She gulped half of the bottle to say, “And then Damien took me here and he didn’t make me feel much better.”

                “Because he’s a jerk,” Shelby said pausing to eye her carefully, “You realize that right? He is a jerk.”

                She was quiet but nodded her head to respond. Her tears slowly stopped and her breathing slowly even out, “I know he’s a jerk, but-“

                “There is no buts, Kathryn,” Shelby snapped, “He’s a jerk! You either know it or you don’t.”

                “Why are you yelling at me,” Kat snapped herself, “I don’t understand, what I did to get you so mad at me.  I’m here crying and I need someone to talk to and your just yelling at me. I really need my friend here.”

                Shelby sighed feeling slightly guilty, “Look, I’m sorry about the past few weeks but you said it earlier, you’ve been a little stupid. Dylan was an ass and you went on forgetting about me and Oliver. You had a boyfriend again; no time for your friends. You even blew off Oliver.”