Ella’s POV
My eyes darted around the room, looking at the mess. I heard Ana sigh softly next to me and walk over to one of the spilled bags of popcorn. My mind was off in different directions as I grabbed a trash bag and held it out to her. She smiled gratefully up at me and took it, shoving the bits of popcorn bag and kernels into it. I sat down next to her on the couch and gently grabbed her hand, stopping her from cleaning. “Ana. Chill out. You look like you’re about to blow a gasket.” Her startling blue eyes were dark, anger and rage deep inside their core. She pulled her hand away, going back to working. Anger and hurt swelled up inside me as I felt her anger shoot toward me through her eyes. “Ana! What is wrong with you?! What have I done?!”
She gritted her teeth; I could practically hear them grinding together. “Just don’t talk to me El. I’m really not in the mood.” I stood up, tears welling up in my eyes.
“Fine. Be that way….I’ll just leave you alone.” I dramatically threw my trash bag down and stormed into the kitchen and outside. I didn’t hear her follow me, so I pulled out my phone. I scrolled through the names till I found Jason, my gay best friend. Yeah, I know that sounds odd, but gay guys are awesome friends. I pressed call and listened to his newly set song, Dirty Little Secret by the All American Rejects.
“Hello?”
His voice snapped me out of my foggy state of shock as I told him everything that had happened. I finished up my story and waited for his response, but heard none. “Jason?” I said, cautiously. I heard laughter on the other end and then a sound like a body hitting the floor.
“Look what you’ve done J!” I heard a semi-deep voice in the background. “I’m here. Sorry…I’ve gotta, oh, friend over.”
I giggled softly. “Go back to your boyfriend, Jayce, I don’t care. I’ll call someone else.” I hung up and searched through my contacts again, calling up Jewel. She agreed to pick me up, so I texted Ana. “I’ve got to go A. I’ll see you l8er.” I felt a tear slide down my cheek, not realizing I’d been crying. As soon as Jewel pulled into Ana’s drive way, I jumped in, telling her to take me home. She had a quizzical look on her face, but didn’t say anything. I had no clue if it was good or bad, but I didn’t give a crap. I just needed to get away from there. The last thing I remember was the screeching of tires and a series of loud crashes before everything went dark.
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Don't Worry About Me
Action17 year old Ana Cole's life is made up of secret after secret that could destroy who she is if they ever were revealed. Her world comes crashing down in a matter of days, and she fears she may never be able to build it up again.
