It's Complicated

Big 18

I got off the car realizing I had no shoes on. The front door was unlocked. I walked in and everyone was home. "Oh my god," I whispered rubbing my eye. Probably just smearing my makeup from last night.

"Stella!" My dad yelled. "Where the hell were you last night?" He asked very very upset. He walked towards me. "And where the fuck are your shoes? I didn't raise no slut!" He yelled. I looked up at my dad. I looked past at my mom and Matthew staring in disappointment. Then I realized Dylan was sitting right beside them.

"What is this fucking dumbass doing here!?" I yelled walking past my dad pointing my finger at Dylan. All my anger  took over. "You have the nerve to come in this house after what you've done to me!" I yelled pressing my finger up against his chest.

"Stella," my mom said. "How could you!?" I cried yelling at the top of my lungs. "You fucking asshole!" I clenched my fist and punched him across the face. Matthew got up pulling Dylan away. My dad came and pulled me away. "You had the nerve to sleep with me even though everyday after work you were making out with some slut!" I continued yelling trying to get out of my dads grip.

"How do you even sleep at night!?" I looked at Dylan as he wiped his bloody nose. "Let go of me!" I yelled and pushed my dad off. "Get out of this house," my dad said sternly. "Mr. Rami-"

"Get out of this house!" He yelled. Dylan got up shoulders slouched. He walked out without turning back. My mom ran to me hugging me as I cried on her shoulder. "It's okay Stella," she whispered rubbing my back.

"I'm going to go to my room," I said pulling away. Quickly, I ran up to my room locking the door behind me. I jumped on my bed and cried. After about an hour I realized who I was.

I'm Stella Ramirez and I don't need to be crying over some douchebag. I looked in the mirror. I cleaned my face up and sat in bed. I had a couple texts from Joe.

Joe- I'm sorry for what happened yesterday even though it's not my fault. I really like you and no I'm not going to move on. Dylan doesn't deserve you, you deserve someone to treat you well and all Dylan is doing is making you hurt. I know you felt something earlier. You know I'm right.

A huge smile formed on my lips as I read that message. "Stella?" My door was being knocked on. Slowly I opened the door seeing Caleb. "Hey, you okay?" He asked softly. I shook my head in response. "Come here," he said wrapping his arms around me.

I hugged him back tightly. Tears fell down my cheek onto Caleb's sweater as I buried my head in his chest. "I brought you something, to cheer you up maybe." He smiled pulling away. He held a bag up full of Chinese food.

"Thanks," I replied. "Want to talk?" Caleb asked. He closed my door and set up the food on the floor. I wiped my eyes and sighed heavily. "Not really." Caleb sat down and looked at me. "Well, he doesn't deserve you."

I sat down beside Caleb. We both ate in silence. When we used to date and I was upset or he was, we brought each other Chinese food and sat in complete silence.

"How did you know?" I asked playing with the noodles. "Dylan. He texted me everything. He thought maybe you can use an old friend like me." Caleb smiled at me. "Do you want to talk now?" I asked. "Yea, I do." He smiled.

"What happened last night? You left the party without saying bye." "Well Dylan was at the party so Madi called me an uber and I left to Joe's house." Caleb pressed his lips together. "Joe's?"

"His cousin was having a party. I went and talked to Joe about what has happened." I paused and sighed. "I smoked some pot and took shots which wasn't really smart." I nodded my head disappointed. "Joe and I had sex too, and I woke up naked not remembering what happened."