I walk into my bedroom holding the door open for Caleb to enter behind me. After his big ego and heart stopping body join me in my room I close the white wooden door and lock it just in case my mom decides to make a guest appearance.
"What the fuck do you want Caleb?" I say using a harsh tone.
"Wo wo wo, calm down! I just came here to apologize." His arm reaches up to his neck and his head looks down to the carpet of my bedroom floor.
This is bullshit. He obiviously tried to call the teacher to see if he can get a new partner and of course she said no, so now he is here saying sorry just so he can pass this semester. I thought to myself.
"What the hell? No! I actaully feel fucking terrible about hurting you like that." He hissed.
Shit. I really have to stop thinking out loud.
"Yea, you really do." Caleb commented.
"Well fuck." I cursed.
"Look, Ally, I'm really fucking sorry for whatever I did to hurt you and shit. Ok? So, now lets just finish this dumbass project and get on with our lives. Got it?" He states. I nod in reponce. "Good" He adds.
After showing me a few of his family photo albums he seems to have had a fabulous childhood. He has lived in the same house his whole life, his parents are loaded, and he got everything he wanted for christmas every year which is more than any child could ask for. But after he turned the age of ten I noticed a little girl dissappeared from the family photos. The girl didn't actually just fade out of the photo, she just stopped taking pictures with them I guess. I didn't think of it as anything but I decided to ask him just incase.
I walk into my bedroom with 2 glasses full of iced tea and plop down next to Caleb handing him his refeshing drink. "So is that little girl your sister?" I ask
He hesitates a little before answering me. "Yea, she is." He answers.
For some reason I didn't buy what he was saying, but I really didnt care about his relationship towards her all I wanted to know is why she stopped taking photos. "Why did she stop taking photos with you guys? Because after 2007 you have absoluty no photos of her. Is she like strangly camera shy?" I ask him, giggling a little because the last part was meant to be a joke of some kind. I guess i'm really bad at making jokes or Caleb has n0 sense of humuor because he just sits there with this worried look on his face.
"No, she is not camera shy. She is gone for a little bit." He stares at the floor not even turning his head while speaking to me.
"Gone for a little bit? What do you mean?" I question him even though I know I should just drop the subject, I can't help but be the slightest bit curious about this girl.
"Well, she went to art school in New York City. She loves photography." His face is straight, emotionless when he effortlessly tells me a lie, like he has told it too many times before.
To be fair, I dont really know for sure if he is lying or not, but I think he is and im usually right.
Ok fine, 50% of the time im right.
Maybe 30%.
Anyways, the point is I think he is lying striaght to my face.
So now I need to know more about this boy.
"So you never see her? Not even on holidays and stuff?" I ask just to push it further. What can I say? I'm nosey as hell.
"No. The school is strict. She is allowed three skype calls a semester so we get to see her then, but thats about it." He says taking a sip of the ice tea i brought him.
"Wow. I'm sorry." I apologize for my noseiness and for the fact that he never gets to see his little sister because that must really stink. I might not like my family all too much but I do love them. I'm sure if Syd or Sierra went away I would miss them tons, no matter how much they may bother me.
"It's fine. She annoyed me anyways." He smiles a little then shakes his head and stands up. "I better get going." He states confidently as if he didn't just tell me the biggest lie of the century.
"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow in class." I get up and open my bedroom door to walk him out of the house.
"Okay." And with that bitter last word he left and I never saw him again.
Sorry, I'm completely kidding. I saw him again on Monday.
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You Can Just Call Me Ally
Teen FictionMy hair was called strange. My grades were called horrendous. My talent was called useless. My life was called a mistake. They call me crazy, but you can just call me Ally.