What It's Like Loving an Idiot

Twenty Four || Just Go

Driving back to the city seemed to be much more hellish than driving there. Maybe it was the constant babbling of James about something that I wasn't actually paying attention to. Hey, that does not make me a terrible girlfriend for not listening to him. I had to drive, not him.

Thankfully, we got back to the apartment around dinner time and I am able to relax before I have to get ready for classes tomorrow. James ordered some food considering the fact that I refused to do anything at all.

I grab the remote from beside me and change the channel to something that didn't actually bore me to death. Because I am being more whiney and annoying than usual, I'm taking up the entire couch. James didn't try to make me make room for him either, no, he just took the chair with no problem at all.

"Babe, please pass me the Sunchips," I look at him.

He picks up his phone and glances at the screen. "But, the food is going to be here in like five minutes."

I raise an eyebrow at him.

Not a moment later he grabs the bowl from beside him and passes them to me. I mumble thank you and turn my attention back to the TV.

"Could you please call Grayson and tell him that we got here because I forgot to?" I ask James without my gaze leaving the screen.

He agrees and calls him from his seat. I didn't expect him to get up and leave the room. There is no point in that.

"Hi, yeah, I'm just calling for Vena to let you know that we got back okay."

There's a pause.

"Yeah, she's hungry, tired and angry, so we're just going to eat and I'll let you know after that."

And another.

It only took another short exchange of words for him to hang up the phone.

"What was he asking?" I ask as soon as he hangs up.

He sets his phone down on the the side table. "Just asking about coming over after you've had something to eat."

Oh God, I don't want to talk to socialize with anyone tonight. I was planning on just going to sleep after dinner. I am too tired to talk to anyone about anything right now.

"Don't worry about it, Ven. I will just call him after we're done eating and tell him that you are too tired to."

I sigh in relief. Gladly, I didn't have to say anything for him to know exactly what I was thinking.

My thoughts are interrupted when there is a knock at the door. I hop up off the couch before James has the chance to. He tries to stand up, put I push his shoulder down as I walk past him. "I could get it."

I shake my head, "Nope, I got it. I grab his wallet off the kitchen table and go to the front door. What was James thinking that he could get this? He'd have to pay, grab the pizza and bring it over to the couch. Me? I can hold the pizza well enough in one hand and my legs work just fine to get it over to him.

As I open up the door, my eyes are shifted down at the pockets in his wallet briefly, looking to pay the pizza person.

As soon as I look up, what smile that I did have falters and I feel like as if my heart dropped into my stomach. I feel this sort of anger and fury building up inside me that I have only ever felt when I have came face to face with this person. I never thought that this sort of anger would be expressed in words, but it can: painful anger. It's the sort of anger that makes you so angry at this one person for making you feel pain, for causing pain to others.

"Is this how you welcome all the people that come to your door?" She utters, ending the silence between us.

Why would I ever make her feel welcome? She is the most irrelavant person I have ever met. What makes her think that she is important enough to get any respect from me?