What are we?

6

Above: Anna's outfit

Me: Blake?

This is the fifth text I've sent to Blake today. He hasn't answered but I know he saw it. I get up off my bed and hop in my bathroom for a quick shower.

I get out and put on a pink shirt and I tie it up above my belly button, some jean shorts and a gray cardigan. I put on my pink converse and grab the keys to my green mustang and I head out to Blake's house.

I see a Nissan Altima in the driveway and I don't recognize it. Maybe Blake's dad got a new car. I walk up to the porch and I knock on the door.

I hear someone yell "Hold on!" Then I hear something rattling around inside. Then its silent. I hold up my hand to knock again but then I hear the lock click. Blake's head pop out. I automatically smile at him.

Normally he opens the door wide and let's me step inside bug this time he keeps the door pressed against his body so I can't see inside.

"You shouldn't be here Anna." I frown.

"I came to see you. We need to talk."

"Yeah we do need to talk, whatever you think is going on between us isn't. I don't want to be with you and if I made you feel that way then I'm sorry. But you really need to-"

"Blake hurry up, I'm cold." I hear a girls voice say. It feels like I've been punched in the face and kicked in the gut at the same time. I can't say anything. My throat is tight and my mouth won't open.

"Anna, she's just-" I didn't let him finish. I sprinted to my car and hopped in putting the key into ignition and driving off as fast as I could. I cried the whole way home. When I got there I sat in the driveway.

I don't know how long I sat there but by the time I had run out of tears it was dark. I checked myself in the mirror. I had red blotches all over my cheeks.

I decided to just run up to my room so mom wouldn't ask questions. In my room I chucked my keys on my bed and walked over to my pinboard. I stared at the picture of me and Blake and I took it down holding it in my hands. I can't believe he just blew me off like that! After everything. I know he felt something, he had to feel something.

I looked at the picture one more time before crumbling it up and throwing it out my window.

*

"Anna!" I grumble a what that most likely sounded like "whmm." Then I heard my moms angry footsteps coming towards my room. She burst in my door.

"What is this?" She practically screams. I wipe my tired eyes and look at Blake the shirt she's holding in her hand. It's ones of Blake's.

"It's Blake's old t-shirt he gave me."

"How did it end up in the laundry?" I look at her normally and say.

"Cause I wore it." She gives me the most angry and furious looks I've ever seen on her face.

"When did you wear it." She says.

"When he slept over." Oh crap. Mom doesn't know that we sleep together. Not sex sleep, sleep sleep. My mom walks over to me slowly she pulls her hand back and slaps me. She has never hit me in my life. It shocks me so much that when she says get up I don't comprehend.

"Mom. This is not what you think." I say standing.

"So you didn't sleep with him?"

"Yes, but we didn't have sex we just slept."

"With his shirt on?"

"Yes..." She walks out of the room. Im frozen staring there in my room.

The next few days my mom.doesn't speak to me. In those few days I've tried explaining everything but she just won't listen. Blake hasn't texted called or come over. I miss him. He probably hasn't even thought if me at all. I pick up my IPhone and press call.

"Hi you've reached Blakes phone. I'm not at my phone obviously and you can leave a message...or not."

"Hey. It's me. I just...I know you don't want to hear from me but I really need a friend right now. My mom thinks were sleeping with each other and she's not talking to me. I don't have anyone to talk to if you could just...whatever." I hang up and feel even stupider. Of course he's not going to help me. He has another girl to woo. I put my phone on the nightstand and drift off into sleep.