Angel Marie

I Want To Go Home

The music had died down and the loud banter had disappeared so I guess the party was finally over. I lifted my head from my knees and slowly opened my red, sore eyes. I had cried all night before falling asleep after everything that had happened. I was actually having a good time before Lucas…Lucas. I had to leave this place, I’d overstayed anyway and I wanted to go home. Plus I really didn’t want to see Lucas again; I mean fair enough, I knew he and I could never be together but to do it with another girl in my fricking bed was crossing the line and then when I caught him he turned all sympathetic, retard.

I’ve been disrespected a lot of times in my life but seriously, having sex with another girl in your ‘roommate’s’ bed is just way over the line if you ask me. I stood up from my spot, grabbed a bag, and started cramming all my stuff in it and then some of the cute clothes from the mysterious wardrobe. After that was done, I ran to the indoor bathroom taking all the toiletries and dumping them in too. That was pretty much it, I only had one pair of shoes with me and I was wearing them.

Then I thought of something else. I need a ride. I checked the clock; 7:34am.

Damn, I was early. I had no other choice but to wake the twat in the next room, just because he’d be giving me a ride home doesn’t mean I had to talk to him. I sighed and made my way to his door. I was about to knock when I heard Lucas whispering down the phone so I listened, I didn’t owe him anything.

“I don’t know why I wasn’t in when you came round,” He whispered angrily.

“Yes, I know the deal…” He said sighing heavily.

I heard a bit of muttering and silence.

“Alright, alright, whatever…” He said sounding very tired.

Everything went quiet before the door opens and I’m stood facing Lucas. He smiles a bit and I can feel my blood boil and all anger returns to me. I kick him in his ‘area’ hard enough to make him move back and fall. I crouch down and whisper into his ear:

“I need a ride, get up, get dressed. I want to go home,” I said dangerously and walked out the room. I heard him groan sounding frustrated which made me smile while I walk back to my room, grab my bags and made my way downstairs.

*

After about an hour, Lucas finally comes downstairs. He’s wearing a V neck shirt with dark jeans; he looks casual but still hot. Whoa, wait I’m supposed angry. I pay no attention when he stands in front of me but just pretend to be interested with something on my phone. I could feel his eyes roaming, like he was trying to figure out something and it was making me so uncomfortable. I looked up to see his questioning eyes; I furrowed my eyebrows and went back to looking at my phone.

“Look, I’m sorry okay. Don’t leave,” He said.

I just continued looking on my phone, checking my dead Facebook.

“I want to go home, take me home.” I said calmly.

“Angel, at least let me explain what happened,” He pleaded.

“What’s there to explain? You fucked a girl in my bed, its cool.” I said jokingly but you could still tell I was pissed.

“No, it’s not like…” I cut him off.

“You don’t need to explain yourself. I want to go Lucas and can you just do one thing right with a girl and listen to her when she asks for something?” I said harshly, still looking down.

I felt my heart drop when I looked up, he was looking away and his face was full of mixed emotions. He had hurt me but now it seemed like I had just ripped his heart out and stamped on it. Guilt over-took me and I felt like just taking back everything I had just said but I couldn’t so I tried to comfort him by rubbing his shoulder but he grabbed my wrist.