Regret or Forget {Book 2}

(1) That's All A Damn Lie

(Edited)

There was a time when I believed that going to a new school would give me a 'fresh' start, a do over, a way to be a new me. Yeah, well that was nothing but bullshit. I missed my first day of school, actually I missed the first week of school. Coming back after that and all that time I wasn't there, left me looking around at the friends who had grouped themselves together. I've lost that chance to do that and once again I was the 'invisible girl' that blended into the background.

But that's just speaking of past events. And that's how it usually went after all the time I've been gone when I used to deal with my mother for days straight. But coming out of a coma that lasted more than a month, a near death experience, a mother that's trying to be sober, and the man I despise the most finally being put in jail. Oh yes, life should be a ball full of joy. Did I mention this sexy, hot, bad ass of a boyfriend I have now? Yeah! Ball for life!

That's all a damn lie.

Can I stale face that? I stabbed in the salad in front of me with pointless jabs that were only a way for me to let out my frustration. Should I mention this was not helping?

"I don't think you're supposed to eat a salad like that." Evan said from my side, cutting into his steak and taking small bites. Ryan and Dexter laughed, nodding their own consent to the matter.

"This damn salad can fuck itself." I replied with a grumpy tone, thrusting the fork down on the plate with a loud bang and crossing my arms over my chest like a young stubborn five year old.

A flash of skin came from the corner of my eyes and a gasp left my lips as Evan flicked me on the back of my neck. Rubbing the spot softly, I glared at Evan and grumbled, "Evan, get over it dammit. Cursing is like my second language, I can't change it on the dot."

Evan shook his head and flicked me again. I hissed at him and jumped out my seat, tackling him out of his and we tumbled to the ground. It ended up with me on top of him and I sat on his stomach and began to tickle him. However when he didn't laugh after more than ten seconds I threw my arms up in the air.

"How the hell are you not ticklish? I swear to god, Evan! You're so unfair." I huffed out a sigh and simply took the back of my hand and slapped his forehead twice. I jumped off him and moved back a few steps, already anticipating his attack.

"Would you stop cursing?" Evan said, getting to his feet and not even bothering to rub his red forehead. Great, not only is he not ticklish but this dude doesn't feel pain? Can't a girl just get revenge like any other girls with their boyfriend? Oh right, Evan's special.

I rolled my eyes, "What? You want me to say; Yes mother?. Well hell to the no! I'm a free woman, Evan. I'm going to do what I want to do when I want to do it. Get over it."

"God, why am I even going out with you?" Evan said, moving towards his seat and dropping down into it.

"That's a question I've been hoping you'll answer." Dexter said, popping his elbows on the table and leaning forward with a mischievous smirk on his face.

Evan looked away from everyone and stared at the dark stage in front of our table. This place had officially become our hangout spot, the club that we had come to and I ended up playing the drums after so long. Now here we sat as regular customers having a conversation after the doctors had finally said I could return home. However, my dad forced me to get into therapy and damn if it didn't start in a few hours.

By next week I'll be going back to school. Isn't that just peachy? Hint the sarcasm placed within that. Stale face?

Bring myself back to the conversation, I looked over at Evan, "Yeah, I'd like to hear this."

"Don't worry about it." Evan replied with narrowed eyes before stabbing his fork angrily through his steak.

"I don't think you're supposed to eat your steak like that." I said, mocking his earlier comment with a roll of my eyes. Though my thoughts were now freshly occupied by what he just said. Why couldn't he say why he was going out with me, why he liked me in the first place? Was he ashamed of me or something? Was I such a terrible girlfriend that he couldn't even explain why he was going out with me?

His sharp midnight blue eyes looked over at me and a slight humor was flashing in them. It always made me smile until those words popped back into my head. Don't worry about it. I pointedly looked away from him and across the floor to the bar part, at the old people who were glancing over us and chuckling. Not that it bothered me much, usually. Now it was pissing me off.

I stood out of my chair and grabbed my sweater from hanging on it. "I'm going home."

Turning on my heel, I began to walk out. Evan spoke to my back,

"I'll drive you."

I looked over my shoulder at the sound of his chair sliding back on the ground and snarled,

"I'll rather walk."

***

"Man, you're really stupid." Dexter said, watching as Ryan stood and went to talk to the stage director on how their band wouldn't be playing. It wasn't worth playing if Kylie wasn't here anymore. Dexter looked back over at his best friend, throwing another fry in his mouth. "Why don't you go after her? She's probably still near."

Evan stared at his unfinished meal without much of an appetite anymore. Somehow he felt more empty than he had before he met Kylie, but not only that. He also felt a boiling anger on the inside, one that had only continued to burn hotter ever since Kylie had awoken up out of her coma. Something they were both trying to ignore and act as if it had never happened. But it was just impossible to do so.

"She can do whatever she wants to do."

"You two have been like that all week. All awkward and tense and angry." Dexter said, chewing on his fries and dipping others in ketchup.

Evan looked up sharply and glared, his voice heated with his mood.

"You know what she did."

"Yeah, yeah. You have a point." Dexter replied, looking at the ceiling. "However, even when a girl is wrong and we all know she's wrong, it's still your place to apologize. Or it'll never get resolved, especially with how stubborn your girlfriend is."

"I'm not apologizing." He said, stabbing meaninglessly at his food again.

Dexter shook his head, "Evan, you do know you love her right?"

"It doesn't feel like it right now." Evan replied, dropping the fork and leaning his cheek on his popped up hand.

"No, what your feeling is actually right." Dexter said, pulling a goofy smirk on his face. "It's because you're in love that you feel mad cause she doesn't take care of herself properly. It's that love that makes you mad and worried...and sorry."

Evan rested his face in his hands and mumbled. "Sometimes I forget how smart you are, when all you do is act like a goofy."

His booming laugh echoed through the bar before Dexter calmed down and said, "I'm sorry to lay this down on you while you're having issues with your girlfriend, but I have bad news for you."

"What now?"

Dexter sighed and pushed his half finished plate away, not even feeling hungry anymore. "James is causing trouble again."

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Sorry it took so long to update! I finally have a story line plot written out and my writers block vacation thingie, whatever you want to call it, is finally OVER. Can I get three "hooray"s? Just kidding, I hope you like it! xD

~Destiny