Hate Sex is So Hot

12 - Sophie

I may not be right, like... all the time. But I was right when I said that Scott wouldn't go easy on me tomorrow. I might have just thought it; but it definitely went through my head one way or another.

I woke up alone in his bed, and looked around for my phone. Great, it was 9:30. Great, I'd already missed some school. Sighing, I sat up. I could imagine that there was no use asking him if he was ok; because he'd just treat me like he always did.

It made me a little mad that he could just take my comforting for granted like that. Was he?

I got up and got ready for the day, but not for school. If I was already going to miss some class, I might as well just go all out. I put on some ripped skinny jeans and a white tee shirt and soon found myself in my car, driving away from the school.

I looked up the way on my phone and drove in an unusual silence. I didn't know why I was doing this... well, that was a lie. I was just so frustrated and confused with Scott; I needed to get closure on at least one thing in my life.

The hospital was freezing cold. That was the first thing that I noticed when I walked in. I arranged things at the front desk and sat in my chair, anxious.

tyler: where were u??
mitch: woke up late & decided not to come

I heard my phone ding, but I didn't have time to check it when I heard a nurse call my name. Taking a deep breath, I got up and followed her. The door was almost impossible to open.

And there he was, lying in his hospital bed. His eyes went to me slowly, and his expression didn't even change at all. For some reason that hurt a little bit; but I gulped it down. I knew it wasn't right to just... pretend that he didn't exist.

"He finally shows up."

I didn't even have the heart to sass him back. I just looked at him.

"Hi Travis."

It was an awful night; when I broke up with him on impulse at night, in the car. It was raining, and I had been planning to do it sometime much nicer than that. But we were arguing so much and I was just so mad at him and so done with his shit. That was two weeks before I arrived at the academy; And here he was. Still in a hospital bed.

He was the driver, yeah. But it was probably still my fault. No, it was definitely my fault.

I sat down in a chair near the door and sighed, running a hand through my hair.

"Feeling... any better?"

"They say I might get out in a month."

The silence was so quiet.

"I might not be able to walk again."

This time, the silence was different. It was so loud and so unbearable. He might not ever be able to walk again. Because of me. Because I was dumb and petty and wanted to get the best of him in a fight that started over directions.

"I'm... so sorry."

I couldn't even think of anything else to say. I just stood up, not looking at him.

"So that's it? You just came here to clear your guilty conscience?"

My voice was wavering with borderline tears. "I'm... so sorry, Travis... I'm not just here to..."

Silence. Again. Without even finishing my sentence I basically sprinted out the front door, sat in my car, and cried for probably ten minutes.

You know you're at the lowest point in your life so far when you order McDonald's french fries for breakfast while you're crying. I was done crying, but too lazy to wipe the tears off my cheeks. I think I might have just wanted the lady in the drive thru to feel sorry for me, which sounded really shitty, but I just needed pity right now.

I knew any of my friends would have probably skipped class to comfort me, but I didn't want to make them do that. So I just sat in the parking lot for around an hour watching videos on YouTube and eating French fries and occasionally crying for five minute periods.

Finally, at around 11, I got a text. Looking down, I was surprised.

scott: Wtf are you doing

Shocked for a second I looked around. I saw a white car next to my black one and my eyes narrowed when I saw blonde hair. He rolled down his window; mine was already down. I just put up my middle finger.

He leaned across the seats so we were closer. "You look so tired."

"Did you follow me here?"

He sighed. "No. Also, keep that finger away."

I heard a voice from the back seat. It sounded really young, like a little girl.

"Do you mean the bad finger?"

He turned back and nodded. "Yeah. Don't you ever use that, ok?"

I saw a blonde little girl, probably around five or six years old eating chicken nuggets. She just giggled and nodded.

"Your daughter has better eyebrows than you."

"She's not my daughter." He said, and he looked so done with my low blow. "She's my cousin. I skipped to spend the day with her."

"Aw, how sweet." I tried to sound sarcastic, but honestly, it was kind of sweet. She tugged on his arm and pointed at at me. He leaned down and she whispered in his ear. He tried to talk softly back, but I heard him.

"That's a piercing. Like when people pierce their ears, he did it to his nose."

She scrunched her face up. "Ew!"

He laughed, and she climbed up on his lap, leaning out the car window to me. "How do you blow your nose?"

"I don't." That wasn't true. If you couldn't tell. But she was just a kid, it's not like I was serious. She looked back at Scott with a really confused expression, and he rolled his eyes.

"Yes he does. Don't be gross, Mitch."

She looked at me, and then at him. "This is Mitch?" I saw his eyes widen a little, and I suddenly got an idea. "Hey, what's your name?"

"Sophie!"

"Ok Sophie, what does Scott say about me? Since you knew who I was."

She pretended to lock her lips and feed the key to Scott. He played along, smiling as he pretended to chew and swallow.

She giggled. "It was made out of cake."

He pretended to look grossed out. "Sophie!!"

She just turned to me, smiling wide. "My lips are sealed."

To them I looked annoyed, and tired. But in my head all I could think was awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. It was kind of weird to see this part off Scott, but it also just... made sense. Seeing him so playful and even sort of childish. It suited him a lot more than his usual cold demeanor around me, I had to admit. I couldn't even imagine this new Scott acting like the Scott I'd grown up with.

I held out a French fry. "One fry for one secret."

She looked at me skeptically for a second and then took it without speaking. My eyes widened and I looked at Scott. "She cheated me!"

He just laughed, and put her into the back seat again, buckling her up. Was it just me, or did we almost seem like friends just then? Maybe he was still getting over last night; because a friend would have woken me up for class.

He threw something in through my window and then climbed back to his seat. As he was driving away I quickly picked it up off the floor, expecting something rude, or even gross.

It was a little pack of tissues.

Fuck you, Scott Hoying. Because I think we just went from enemies, to "it's complicated."