Little Moments

Chapter Eighteen

“I want answers!” I am frustrated beyond belief and the fact that Caleb refuses to explain what is going on makes me want to strangle him.

    He chooses to ignore me and continue to look down at his feet like a scolded child.

    “I don’t understand how you can’t tell me why you’ve been ignoring me for so long!” I’m not mad anymore, I’m hurt.

    “I’m moving!” his words hit me like a ton of bricks.

    “What?” I’m hoping I heard him wrong.

“I’m moving to Seattle. I was offered a scholarship,” he decides to speak.

“Who are you going to stay with?” I ask. I’m uncertain of what to say because I hurt too much to really think about whether I’m sad that he’s leaving or the fact that he had no intention on telling me any of this.

“My ex-girlfriend…”

By now, I have so many mixed emotions I don’t know how long I will be able to stand here and take this.

“Listen, Maribel-” he reaches for my arm.

“Don’t touch me,” I step back from him.

“You’re supposed to be happy for me!” he shouts and I’m taken aback.

“Happy!? Yes, I am so happy that you took it upon yourself to plan to move to Seattle and live with your ex-girlfriend and not tell me any little detail! You’ve also avoided me for weeks.”

“I knew this wasn’t going to work!” he shouts, “You’ve always gotten what you want! You’re a spoiled little brat!”

‘Spoiled little brat, spoiled little brat, spoiled little brat!” the words ring in my ears and won’t go away.

I grab my bag from the park bench and don’t even hesitate to walk to the apartments.

5 days later…

I wake up to ten missed calls from McKenna.Yes, I hope that she’s okay, but right now I have no energy to put up with her right now.

‘Spoiled little brat, spoiled little brat!’ The words won’t leave my head. As weird as it is, that has always been the thing that I have hated to be called. Yes, I’ve been called much worse, but for some reason those words hurt the most. Growing up with a rich dad that was hated for a lot of his work was hard.

“Wow, look who it is! I forgot you lived here!” My grandma sings through the house.

I’ve only come out of my room to eat and occasional trips to the bathroom.

She paces around the living room in her exercise clothing explaining to me what I’ve missed the past five days as if I were dead.

“Well, I’ll be at the gym if you need me! I’ll bring back food for lunch!” she does some jumping jacks before leaving me alone in the apartment.

I flip through the television channels and end up on an episode of Hoarders.

Angie just decides to get rid of her doll collection when Drake practically falls into the living room with his arms full of bags.

He collects himself, shuts off the TV, and sits himself on the ottoman across from me.

“I was watching that you know!” I roll my eyes and reach for the remote, but he’s stuffed it in his pants and there is no way I am getting it.

“You were watching it, but now we need to start therapy,” he starts digging in plastic bags.

“Therapy?” I ask, “For what?”

“You.”

“Me?” I huff, “I’m perfectly fine!”

“You’ve been in bed for five days, you’ve only eaten Spaghetti O’s, you didn’t even ask for Taco Bell, and your shirt’s inside out.”

I look down. Sure enough, the stitching of the shirt is clearly visible.

“You think you can help me?” I raise an eyebrow.

“Maybe if you would shut up for two seconds!”

I roll my eyes.

He stands up, “This took a bit of time and research, but I think I have your cure,” he reaches into a bag and shows off a tub of chocolate ice cream, “For those depressing days and...” he whispers, “that time of the month.”

I can’t help but laugh as he continues.

    “Some magazines full of crap. Who cares if Selena is desperate for a love life!” he tosses the magazine and picks up another, “Oooo, ‘Which One Direction Member is Right for You’! I bet it’s the curly one! But that’s not all, ‘5 Tips for a Better Shave’”

    “Drake-”

    “Shut your trap, I’m not done!” he pulls up another bag and tosses me a box of chocolates, some tissues, ‘Mean Girls’ and ‘Pitch Perfect - The Deluxe Version’”

    I can’t help but smile and laugh, “You did a pretty good job!”

    He starts to talk, but then stops and that’s when I realize that my lips have collided with his.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who has been reading and sharing with friends! I know this is a short chapter, but I haven't posted in a long time and thought I would kind of give you a sneak peak as to what's happening next in the story! Keep reading for a sneak preview of Chapter Nineteen

o What do you think McKenna wanted to tell Maribel?

o Will Drake and Maribel date?

These will be answered soon, so make sure you stay tuned!

Would you want Drake to be your therapist after a break up? ;)

-Kaitlyn :)

Seak Preview:

After my shower I go into the living room in search of my left sandal. The news is on and my grandma is frying bacon on the stove.

"This just in," the news reporter says, "An arrest has just been made at a house party in Reno, Nevada, two eighteen year olds have just been taken down to the station after the house went up in flames. Two other teenagers that police think might have something to do with it are believed to have come here, California, because there is supposedly more to this story than police even know.  We will have more details on this later and will be sure to keep you up to date."

A picture of two boys and a girl comes up on the screen and I drop my cellphone.

"What is it?" My grandma runs into the living room and gets a glimpse of the screen. She looks at me in worry.

All I can do is stand there. The weekly forecast appears on the television, but the picture of the three stays in my head.