Debbie and I were sitting on the couch with Liam watching Grown Ups. It's honestly one of the funniest movies ever. The front door opened and we all turned our to see Carl walking through the door. I quickly turned my head and slouched down a little more on the couch. Debbie sent me a weird look, but I just ignored her.
I felt the couch dip I felt Carl's eyes on me. I slowly turned my head at him and glared. He nodded his head towards the front door and I knew that he wanted to talk now.
I groaned as I quickly got up and led the way outside. I opened the front door and stood infront of the steps. Once Carl shut the door and was standing parallel to me I decided to break the silence.
"I'll give you five minutes," I said right away.
"Oh, come on Miya," he whined. "Why do have to be like this all the time?"
"Be like what, Carl," I furrowed my eyebrows at him.
"Like you're always pissed, always. It's so damn annoying," he groaned.
"So, is that one of the reasons you dumped me. That and the fact that I didn't want to have a baby," I questioned. He didn't answer he just looked down at his feet. I scoffed. "You're wasting my time, Carl."
"I'm sorry for that," he said. "I felt like my opinion didn't matter."
"Your opinion on why I should have a baby? Please, tell me again what was that opinion," I crossed me arms and leaned a little more on my right leg. He stayed silent. "You wanted to talk. So talk. Tell me your opinion on the matter that happened 5 months ago!"
"Look, I fucked up when I ended things with you. I thought it would bring me closure-"
"Oh, my God! Closure for what," I yelled, interrupting him.
"Will you just let me fucking finish," he yelled back. I kept quiet and let him finish what he was going to say. "I thought I would feel better, but I didn't. I felt worse about myself and the situation and I'm sorry for waiting to talk about this until now. I just want the love of my life back."
"I don't know," I told him. "I don't know why you thought waiting until now to do this would be better than once you figured this out." Again, he didn't know what to say. Right as I was about to say something I would regret, Lip drove up the street, parking infront of the house. "I gotta go," I said, walking into the house and grabbing my bookbag.
"What do you mean," he asked. "It's only 4:00." I threw my bookbag around my shoulders.
"Yeah, well they're still pissed at me," I told him. "I'm sort of grounded. I have to be home by the time Lip gets home." Ever since the dinner, it hasn't been the same around the house. They don't let me leave the house to go anywhere. Debbie invited me to stay the night, but they won't let me. They don't even tell me when dinner is ready anymore. It makes me feel bad because I know that if it was anyone else, they wouldn't be acting this way. It makes me feel bad when I walk down the stairs and everything gets quiet. It makes me feel bad when I walk in the kitchen and there's cold dinner on the stove. I fucked up. I fucked up once and this is what I get.
"Maybe I could talk to them-" I interrupted him.
"It's fine," I said, even though it's not fine. It's not fine at all.
"But-" I interrupted him again.
"Seriously. I'll see you later," I said just before leaving the porch and walking next door. Lip had already gone inside. I tried to turn the knob, but it was locked. Are you fucking kidding me? I knocked lightly on the door knowing they'd be even more pissed at me if I woke Rosaline.
