Ambrosia

So Tell Me I'm Okay

"You're a fake."

"You're a bitch!"

"Well it's a hell of a lot better than being a fake like you."

Anger flew through his eyes as he grabbed my arms.

"Listen here bitch," he spat,"You owe everything that you have to me. Your friends, your popularity, your very life."

"Him," I sniggered.

Rage filled his features and his grip tightened.

"Don't-you-ever-mention-that-bastard," he snarled.

"I'll do as I please-"

He hand flew through the air, connecting with my check with a harsh sound.

We both stopped, surprised by his move.

"Amb...I-I never..." he let go of my arm as I ripped it away from him, disbelief flooding through my veins.

He reached for my cheek as if to cradle it.

I jerked away. "Don't touch me, you monster!"

"Amb! Please!" He scrambled after me as I stalked towards the door,"I never meant to hurt you!"

"He was right! He warned me you would charm me away from him and that as soon as you had me, you'd turn into a monster! He warned me!" I shrieked, ripping open the door.

"So you trust him?" He asked, his eyes stormy.

"He was right about you wasn't he? I should have trusted him...he was your best mate after all," I snarled.

"You trust him over me?!"

"He's always been there for me! He loves me!" I screamed, racing for the door.

"Like hell he does!"

I slammed the door behind me, running frantically through the snow, my head down.

I bumped into something and flailed backwards, anticipating the hard landing as I squeezed my eyes shut.

But the fall never came, instead I felt a pair of strange arms circle me and pull me closer.

"You okay?" A familiar handsome voice asked.

"I'm okay," I said quietly, tears pricking my eyes.

"That's good Amb," the boy said, squeezing me.

And then I broke down, sobbing as this familiar person held me tight and whispered that he loved me.

"Amb. Amb wake up. Earth to Amb," Thomas said, waving his hand in front of my eyes.

"Hm? Sorry," I said, blinking,"Did I do it again?"

He nodded and I groaned, melting deeper into the couch.

He laughed and stood over me.

"You still want coffee?" He asked, heading towards the kitchen.

"You owe everything that you have to me. Your friends, your popularity, your very life."

"Him."

I relived that moment, feeling the dread and utter fear.

"Actually yeah. I need caffeine." I jumped up, following him into the kitchen.

"You still remember how to make coffee?" He asked, smiling as me mischievously.

"You still remember how to breathe?" I retorted playfully.

"I dunno. I forget sometimes."

"Oh so that's why your face is always blue."

"It is not!"

"Oh yes it is!"

We laughed and the memory faded, although the feeling of the boy's hand on my cheek still stung, almost a phantom.