Bad Enough For You// Anthony Ladao Fanfiction

Chapter 28

I felt as the days went by, my patience was growing thin.

I missed him all the time, and seeing him Sunday night didn’t help that at all.

I hadn’t seen Anthony since that night and every ounce of my being wanted to see him, he was becoming a drug and it was harder to get my fix.

“You need to get a boyfriend,” Marceline noted while we were sitting in my living room Thursday night. My grandmother was there with us and we were supposed to be discussing how to get the Diner more customers. As if we already didn’t have a huge following.

“Marceline is right honey, you need to get out there.” My grandmother seconded as she cleaned up our idea papers.

“I went on a date earlier this summer,” I pointed out.

“Yes, but that didn’t work out.” Marceline observed, I unfolded my legs and refolded them.

“Well then how do I get myself on the market?” I said sarcastically. I was honestly somewhere else mentally, it was only 24 hours until I would see Anthony again, and hopefully lose my virginity to him.

“I’ll leave you two alone…” my grandmother shook her head and left with our papers.

“We should go out Friday night,” Marceline requested, I rolled my eyes. “No seriously, we should.”

“I can’t,” I shook my head.

“Why the fuck not?” Marceline spat venomously. Her mood shifts were becoming more frequent since she started dating Devin, I would spend time worrying about it but I had enough to deal with as it is.

“I’m busy,” I said monotonously, showing that I was unfazed by her unnecessary anger.

“Like shit you are,” Marceline growled.

“Don’t believe me, I really don’t care.” I shook my head and stood up.

“Are you trying to ruin your friendship with me? Or do you simply not care about anyone but yourself?” Marceline asked me, standing up as well. We kept our voices low so my grandmother wouldn’t hear in the other room.

“I care about my group of friends, but sometimes things need to be kept to themselves. I feel like you and Quinn and Skylar know too much about me.” I was being completely honest.

“I tell you everything about me, and even things that the girls tell me. Especially when they don’t want you to know. I would have expected you to give me the same in return.”

“Well assuming things makes an ass out of you and me,” I retorted.

“You’re so immature, you always have been.”

“You’re the one breathing down me neck, needing to know where I am at all times!”

“Because I’m your best friend for fuck sakes! And I’m not going to let you keep secrets from me!”

 “That’s a really possessive thing to say.”

“Are you telling me you don’t hate it when people keep secrets from you?” Marceline said, more calmly may I add.

“I guess…” My thoughts trailed off to Anthony. I hated how many secrets he kept from me. It felt like we weren’t as close as I wanted us to be, and that he didn’t trust me. It sucked not knowing what the person you cared about was getting themselves into.

“Didn’t it suck when you had to hear Quinn’s Stephan problem from me and not her? And the fact that she didn’t even tell either of us she was still seeing Stephan?” Marceline interrogated, her hands were in fists at her sides.

“Yeah it did, but it sucks more having my friends constantly on my back about what I’m doing in my spare time!” I was scream-whispering at this point.

“I’m open with you all the time,” Marceline decided to prove this point yet again.

“I know,” I said solemnly. “But I’m not you.”

“Do you want to keep your social status?” Marceline asked.

“Yeah,” I said carefully.

“Then I’d stop crossing me and being so secretive all the time.”

“Are you threatening me?” I scoffed, she couldn’t do this.

“Yes, I am Charity.” She walked up to me and I could feel her breath on my cheek. “If we’re friends, if we are to share the social lime light, we can’t afford to keep secrets from me. So you need to decide what’s more important, your privacy or your popularity.”

“You’re being dramatic,” I said accusingly. “You aren’t in charge of who I am on the social ladder. Who’s the cheerleading captain? Oh yeah, I am. And people are already talking about the odds of me being prom queen.” I honestly didn’t care about the whole ‘social-status’ thing, what I cared about was the fact that Marceline had some sort of puppet strings attached to me and that I would do her bidding at all costs.

“That may be true, but we both know I have the most connections.” Marceline countered.

“Are we really talking like this?” I observed. “We’re best friends, and you’re considering how much more popular you are than I am? This is ridiculous; no one is ruining the other’s social status.”

“I won’t do anything if you decide to be real with me,”

“I am being real with you,” I fought. “I am telling you straight up that I would like some sort of privacy in my life.”

Marceline pinched the bridge of her nose, and took a long breath. “If you can’t be honest with your friends, who can you be honest with?”

“Myself,” I replied simply.

“Yeah, well you can get pretty complicated. So good luck with relying on yourself.”

“What do you mean?” I held out my hand to her.

“Until you decide to tell me who you’re seeing, and not lie, I’m done.”

“You’re done?” I raised an eyebrow, I couldn’t believe how fucking dramatic she was being.

“Yes Chari, I’m done with you for now… Until you learn to stop keeping secrets from your friends.”

“Fine,” I sighed… She looked at me expectantly, as if I was finally going to tell her about mystery man. “You know where the door is.”

“You’re going to regret this,” Marceline shook her head as she picked up her things.

“We’re going to regret this,” I corrected. She looked at me, a pained expression on her face. I couldn’t tell if she was upset or angry. I couldn’t find the energy to care. I was done with the drama she fed into my life, I had more important things to worry about. Like Anthony, like my family, like myself.

Marceline did leave that day, and I didn’t call her that night, I didn’t call her the next day.

Because waking up Friday morning, the first thing on my mind wasn’t my fight with Marceline.

It was Anthony, and the events we had planned that night.