"Mariana, I'm working a late shift tonight so I won't be home by maybe after 12. There's some frozen lasagna left for you in the fridge. Love you." my mom says, as she reapplies her new red lipgloss.
"Yeah okay. Love you" I say.
YESS! I have the house all to myself now. I can call Adam over and we can.. yknow.. do it. I've forever been wanting to, and I feel as if I'm ready.
I put on some sexy lingerie as my mother leaves the house and I quickly call Adam.
"Hey babe. Wanna come over?" I say into the phone as I fix up my room.
"Uh.. yeah okay. I'll come over soo-"
Adam is cut off by a girl's voice in the background of the phonecall, coming from his line.
"Who's that, baby? Come back to bed." the girl's voice says, as she whines.
My heart drops.
"Yeah. 'Who's that baby?' I childishly mock as I huff out a "Fuck you" and hang up the phone. I can't believe Adam cheated on me.
Well I don't know for sure...
Maybe I should go find out.
I throw on some sweats and a t-shirt and trample down the stairs, and as soon as my black vans are on I run out the door and hop on my bike. Yes, lame I know. But I'm turning 16 in a few days, then I can get my drivers licence!
As I'm pedaling over to Adam's house, I notice that I'm going quite slowly. Probably because I don't think I'm mentally prepared for what I know I'm going to see.
I really don't even know why I'm going to his house. For some kind of closure? To make sure this is really happening?
One thing about me though, is that I tend to bottle up my emotions. When I go over there, I'm going to try to tough it up and try to act like I'm not hurt when really my heart feels like it's been shattered into a million pieces.
I feel like a lost, heartbroken puppy. Adam was the one good thing I had going on in my life. But I guess all of that was fake too.
Before I know it, I'm sobbing. If someone were to look out there window right now, I'd probably look so crazy. A 15 (soon to be 16) year old sobbing on her bike with her mascara running down her face dramatically. YIKES.
I take a breath, and try to calm myself. Mariana, you're better than this. I look up, and I see his house. There's a car that I haven't seen before in his driveway.
I throw my bike onto his grass, and I surprisingly calmly walk up to his door, open it, and allow myself in.
I smell perfume, and there's some red pumps by the door. I fight back the tears and walk up the stairs. I hear laughing.
These stairs, this hallway, was all too familiar. I've been in here countless of times with Adam.
I walk right to his bedroom door without thinking, take a breath, and push it open.
Nothing I did would've prepared me for what I saw.
