Counting Down

Chapter 7: Time to shine comes with a price

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"What the hell was that?" Angie yells once we get back to our room

"What the hell was what?" I yell back taken aback by her tone. Someone's on her period...

"You humiliated me!" she spits. My eyes are wide in shock. I just met the guy I kissed a few nights ago, the guy who I haven't been able to get off my mind ever since, and she's worried about being embarassed? Well if you haven't realized, Angie, my life is a hell of an embarassing story but I don't blame others for it. It's not my fault you tried to lie to them about being sporty and messed up. I'm sorry for being myself, geez. It was the best feeling to actually have guys interested in me for being me but you took that feeling and twisted it like a dirty kleenex.

"What do you mean?" I say innocently deciding to play dumb. I can't tell her what's on my mind. I can't build up the courage to.

"I mean that you had to bring up sports, the thing i most despise and made a fool out of me in front of Blake!"

My heart stops, my mind freezes. "You were worried about what Blake thought." I speak trying to calm my nerves through gritted teeth. "What about Derek, huh? Your date" I say my eye twitching a bit from anger. It's something I inherit from my dad. Whenever he is mad his eye twitches and I guess mine does too.

"You can have Derek." she says with a wave of her hand as if she were dismissing me. Well I'm sorry bitch I'm staying! "I'm interested in Blake." she looks down at her fingernails and bringing them up to the light scanning to see if they are chipped yet. Her eyebrows are raised up in a I'm-so-much-better-than-you-and-I-know-it motion

My eyes are brimmed with tears that threaten to spill. Why do I feel so attached to him. He's just some guy that gave me the most magical kiss I've ever experienced in my life as soon as the clock stroke 12 on New Years Eve. Okay, I guess I understand why I feel attached...

"Sure." I say sarcasticaly fighting the urge to pounce on her and rip her flesh off her bones with my teeth. Okay that sounded extremly grusome. "Have Blake. Have the guy who kissed me at mid night."

"He said it didn't mean anything." she smirks evilly. At this point she knew she was winning this battle and had stopped screaming. Now she was doing that innocent-evil-calm sort of thing. I stare at her in shock "I heard him tell you when you were getting coffee. He's a very loud whisperer." 

And that's when I scream. Not any words, I just scream. I scream the loudest I can. I scream all the emotions that have been bottled up inside of me since I met Angie. I scream and run out of the room.

The tears that nearly dripped down my face have vanished. I don't feel disapointed, sad or hurt anymore. I feel angry, furious and betrayed. I feel my face heating up as I inhale and exhale ferociously. That little bitch. Out of all the guys she could've picked in this world she chose him. Although she had made a fool of herself tonight she is still perfect-er and prettier and flirtier than I'll ever be. Whichever guy had a choice between me and her and he chose me could probably be mistaken for some wacko who escaped from a mental hospital.

"I excuse me." I say in sync with another voice as I approach the receptionist. I look at the doner of the voice who had spoken and sigh once I see Derek. "Is there a room I can book for the next few nights?" 

"I need a room too." Derek says wiping the sweat trickling down his forehead. After a few moments of waiting, staring at the lady looking blankly at her computer screen and listening to several click sounds from her mouse she speaks up.