Prematurely Adults

Chapter five

Stacey Jensen

I haven't slept at all last night. The horrible night out kept replaying in my head like a disaster blockbuster movie. If I had known that our car's tires were going to get slashed. I never would've gone clubbing. Not even Mel's begging would've swayed me. Had I known how it was going to turn out? Then again Mel has a way of making people do things they don't normally do. My sigh is loud in the quiet room. My head and eyes feel heavy from sleep deprivation. It's after nine in the morning. I tiptoe down the hallway after a long hot shower. I stare down at the short multi-color floral dress I am wearing. Maybe I should change but it's also extremely hot today. I decide to keep the dress on. I don't wanna wake Mel she likes to sleep in on weekends. Unless she has plans either with me or Kurt. Then she is awake by six am.
 
I was thinking of brewing a pot of strong coffee hoping a few sips would wake me up. I'm in zombie mode today. Imagine my surprise to find Mel already in the kitchen looking sad and clutching a coffee cup in her hands. I clear my throat when she doesn't acknowledge my presence. She has a dazed expression on her face almost confused to see me. I frown at her unusual behavior. "Morning," I say and a fleeting irritation flashes in her eyes. She ignores me and walks over to the sink and dumps whatever was left in the mug down the drain and dropped the mug with so much force in the sink I am surprised it's still intact. "There's freshly brewed coffee in the pot help yourself" she sounds robotic and then pushes past me. I am quick to jump in her way. "Why are you mad at me?" I demand going toe to toe with her. She is fuming. "Just let it go" she snaps and tries to push me aside. But I am stronger than her and stand my ground. "What the hell is your problem!" I snap and Mel glares at me. I can't even think of how hurt I am by her bitterness.

"Fine" she snaps steam is practically coming out of her ears. "Why is it that my boyfriend had scolded me as if I am five-years-olds? And called me a few choice words that are still fresh in my head. He was so loud I think the neighbors at the end of the street could hear him. And here you are looking happy" the cruelty is noticeable shooting like layers from her eyes. "You think that Ryan isn't mad at me?" I ask "Let me enlighten you and clear you from the misconceptions running rampant in your head. Ryan isn't mad no he is beyond that. I don't think fury is a good enough word for what he is. He destroyed my fake ID and your dress. Both are still laying in a million pieces on the bedroom floor. I was compared to a slut and he looked like he was done with me. I still haven't heard of him since he left here. And you think you're the only one left out in the cold?" There is no sign of remorse and no apologies for the assumptions she made. "I don't spend weekends at your house so you can treat me like shit. I already get it from Nora. So please don't be a bitch here too" I snap and flee the kitchen. Before I beat the bitchy attitude out of Mel. I think it's time I took a break from coming here. It was minutes later when I was closed off in the guest bedroom when it occurred to me that Mel's neck was covered in a thick makeup base.

It was after one when I heard Mel's excited animated voice as she was walking down the hallway. She was talking on the phone with her, and I quote"darling" Kurt. He is the only one who has that pet name. It didn't take him long to forgive her. If only he knew what Mel did last night. She left without a goodbye. I was ignored. She has truly changed over the past few months. Maybe I should just cut my losses and be done with her.

I can't relax I'm on edge and worrying if Ryan is going to return my calls and messages. I'm not going to sit around and wait for him. I am going to grab lunch at the mall. A burger and milkshake at Gwendolyn's will do. I choose a table near the door. While I'm waiting for my food I check my phone. Still no word from Ryan. I despondently slide my phone back into my sling bag. Are we over? It's not possible that Ryan has fallen out of love with me in a day. That's if he ever truly loved me. A familiar fake husky giggle catches my attention. And I instantly hide my face behind the menu. My heart rate surpassed the numbers on a heart monitor when I see my boyfriend who ignored my messages and calls standing next to the plastic fake tits bitch. She is smiling at him and it's the smiling back part that hurts most. Did he just use me? Or was it a bet among his rich friends? I don't imagine that Ryan could carry out a bet for almost two years without getting sex. Until a day ago. But then again he was probably bored with all the easy girls at school when he decided to pursue me. And I made the chase much more interesting when I had denied him sex. I was an idiot to have thought that Ryan might have real feelings for me. He and his friends must all be laughing behind my back. Poking fun at me for being a naive silly schoolgirl. Instant rage consumes me and it only intensifies seeing Ryan and Chelsea sharing some private joke and exchanging secret smiles. It might also be in my head and nothing I'm assuming are true. I wanna get up and break the hussy's arms and legs. Let's see how she cheers after that. I've also severed Ryan's balls a million ways in my head. The dark thoughts consuming my mind and soul are scaring the crap out of me. I've never wished harm on anyone, not even my enemies. But today these two assholes standing a few feet from me can choke to death on their food. "Are we eating here or not?" Ryan says in annoyance. "Nah Let's go to the sushi bar," she says and Ryan pulls a face. "I hate sushi" he grumbles. I dial Ryan's number discreetly before they leave. He fishes his phone out of his jeans pocket and an instant angry scowl appears on his face. My heart sank to the pit of my stomach. I watch as he declines my call and shoves his phone back into his pocket. Tears prick my eyes and a burning pain shoots up in, my chest and to my throat cutting off my air supply. I understand now that Ryan never loved me. I swallow back the sob that threatens to escape me. I have to leave before I lose my shit. I move fast after Ryan and Chelsea left. I leave some cash on the table paying for food I didn't get to enjoy. My appetite is gone anyway but the hunger pains remain. And it's causing a nauseating burning irritation in my empty stomach. Ryan is a fucken lying asshole. I'm not going back to Mel's not after the way she treated me. I have a place to go and I thank God that none of my friends including Ryan know about it.