Anger Management

Chapter 9: Sweaty bodies and Threatening words

"Oh my gosh you what!" I hear Riley scream at me for the fifth time, popcorn flying all over the couch were sitting on. I roll my eyes getting tired of repeating the same thing over and over again.

"I know you heard me the first time, and the second time and then the three other times after that. It isn't that big of a deal honestly." I say grabbing some popcorn while trying to focus on the movie neither of us are really watching.

"Are you sh**ting me right now! This is a big deal. Like major. You, good ole Sylvie Knowles gave the baddest and hottest guy in our generation a little perk with your rapist hands." I look over at Riley after she says this shock passing over my face before I pick up a handful of popcorn and throw it at her.

"Do not call my nice virgin hands rapist hands." I say offended truly getting hurt by the nickname for my hands.

"It's your fault for dragging them all over his face, sending him on another high." Riley says while she picks up the popcorn I threw at her off of her shirt and then proceeds to eat it. I glare at her before turning my attention back towards the T.V not wanting to finish this discussion. If I would have known that she would have used this against me I would have never told her. I thought she would have been traumatized with me, crying with me while I think over all my life decisions. Instead I got a friend who will now use everything that happens between me and Ashter to strengthen our relationship book. Yes she's writing a book about me and Ashter. She said it was a total cliche story. Me and the dude don't even date yet, and she already knows what our epilogue will be. I have a very delusional friend. Like me and Ashter will ever date, we just have a super strong tension between us. I blame it on the hormones. I let out a sigh my thoughts about Ashter overwhelming me. Me and the guy have only gotten into one day of this Anger management thing and I'm already ready to pull his hair out. For example earlier today before he finally let me out of that mansion of his, we didnt even talk about anything. Instead it was him teasing me, and me rolling my eyes about 300 times per minute. I was really just trying to have a civil conversation about how there was too much going on, but he would not listen. Every time I would ask or say something productive he had to drag us two steps back. I'm glad that we just have to do something at the school tomorrow because if I had to deal with him everyday by myself, I would have been needing Anger management next.

I force myself to get up so I can go tot the kitchen to get more snacks. I walk over to Riley's grandmas fridge looking around for the sodas we had put in their a few seconds ago to let them get cold. I start humming to myself when I hear the doorbell ring and Riley screaming that shes got it before I hear a loud thud. I instantly run back into the living room to see Riley on the ground, and a pained expression on her face. I chuckle at her before walking back into the kitchen, shaking my head at me and my besties clumsiness. I grab our sodas and grab some chips dumping them into a bowl before I head back towards the living room.

"Riley who was at the door?" I say after I hear the door close, and I turn around the corner. I dont hear her reply and I walk into the living room to be met with only the sound of Ryan Gosling going off on Rachel McAdams for leaving. I look around confused swearing that I heard the door close. I put the bowl of chips down, popping open my can of soda as I walk over to the curtain pulling them aside. I look around before I spot Riley talking to some guy in a red Mustang. Seriously whats with guys and mustangs these days, there not even that cool? I shake my head focusing back on the person in the red car. I try to get a glimpse at who it is, but I cant see because of Riley's big head blocking my view. I instantly jump back from the curtain when I see Riley look back towards the house, and I let a few seconds go by before I peek through the curtains once again. I see Riley put her hand into the car, and I see someone kiss her hand before backing up, too fast for me to catch onto any details. Riley stands back up, and I let the curtain drop back into place, jumping onto the couch, and controlling my thoughts as I try to sit there and act like nothing's wrong. I sip on my orange soda as I hear the door open Riley walking back in, and a few seconds later plopping back down beside me. I put my can on the coffee table in front of us letting out a satisfying burp receiving a punch in the arm from Riley. I stick my tongue out at her, before I settle back onto the couch, pulling one of the quilts Gladis made for me when I was younger and used to come over with Riley a lot. I let a few minutes pass by before I glance over at Riley trying to sound uninterested.