a heart's end

Fifteen

Monty

    "What are you doing here?" I asked as she took three steps towards me. One, two, three and now we were face to face. She smelled like something that reminded me of home, a little of vanilla and a little of perfume. Her long black hair was tied up in a low bun and she wore loose cotton shorts with her low cut grey top. She looked so beautiful.

    "Did you not call?" She bit her nails and crossed her arms. She started walking towards the car and I followed behind her like a puppy.

    "Yeah. I called Abbaline."

    "Well, Abbaline didn't want to come get you and I did. So here I am. You might want to lose the 'tude and be more thankful. If I didn't come you might still be in there doing who knows what."

    "But why did you want to come-"

    "Stop asking questions. It's done, it's over, I'm here. So get in the car." She snapped, instantly mad. We walked the rest of the way in silence. An elevator ride took us downstairs to a tiny bar where the bottom floor was and my eyes went huge at the Bugatti that was sitting in front of us. It's shiny sleek exterior matched the inside. I've never ridden in something so nice.

    "Since when did you get this car?" I asked, confused out of my mind.

    "It's Donte's not mine. He was spending the night with me until I had to come drag your hopeless romantic self back to the dorms." We got in the car and say there for a second. I hope she didn't think I would actually do anything sexual. The thought made me cringe because well, she probably does. I sat in the passenger seat and folded my hands in my lap. I didn't want to argue, yet I had to ask her the question that has been burning my tongue since I last talked to her those weeks ago.

     "Why do you do crap like this?" I asked as she slowly turned her head to face me in a very creepy manner. Her eyes were blazing wild. She was pissed off and I could tell it. I had the question planned out a lot more nicely in my head, yet as it came out I almost spatted it in her face.

    "Do crap like what?" She asked through gritted teeth.

     "Okay, let me see if I can explain the question better. I mean, like why are you so wishy-washy with me all the time?"

    "What are you talking about?" She slowly talked, sounding out every word, letting the words roll off her tongue like poison. "I haven't even seen you in the last couple weeks!" We were still sitting, the keys weren't in the car and homeless people were starting to stare at the car which made me nervous.

    "Exactly! It's like I try to be your friend, I try to be there for you and you push me away. I take care of you when you're drunk, I rush to your side with you cry, and all I get in return is some attitude and being ignored for weeks. Except for night like this where you surprise me with your one good deed. I just don't understand why."

    Silence filled the car until she started the car and whipped it into third gear. She sped off the sidewalk and I couldn't help but think that if this were a cartoon, steam would be pouring from her ears. I don't understand how she can be that mad though. I just asked her a simple question, yeah there was emotion behind it but so what? I guess that's Anaelle. She clenched the steering wheel with both hands, and let go. She clenched it again, and let go. It probably was some method she was practicing.

"I'm trying to better myself."she said it so low I almost missed it. Her voice was thick and forced, like she had a pole down her throat. I decided to ignore what she said, there was some emotion in her voice that I didn't want to get into. Not tonight.

We paused at stop signs and red lights every 30 seconds. Traffic was crazy and it was almost 1:30 in the morning. Back home, my home, the streets were vacant way before midnight.