Situations Are Irrelevant Now

Ronnie's New Girl

Chapter 11: Ronnie's New Girl 

I haven’t talked to Megan in sixteen days. It wasn’t easy to keep ignoring her, especially since I could tell she was in so much pain. I know it sounds harsh, but I was hoping that this time she’d see that Ronnie is not the guy for her.

She was wrong – I’m not jealous of Ronnie. I have my own girlfriend. But don’t get me wrong, I do find Megan attractive, and I’ve always thought she was an amazing person. But this infatuation with Ronnie was not healthy. If she didn’t realize that this time, then he’ll only continue to hurt her until she can’t recover anymore. I can’t just sit back and wait for that to happen.

After getting tired of lying in bed, I got up and went to the kitchen. As I grabbed a banana off the counter, the phone rang. Who the hell would be calling this early on a Saturday?

“Hello?” I answered wearily.

I received an obnoxious girly giggle in response. “Is this Ronnie?” 

“No…this is Max. Ronnie, like most people, is still asleep. Do you want me to take a message?”

“Aw, he promised he’d answer. Don’t worry about it. I’m sure he’s told you about me. Just tell him that his girlfriend called.”

I nearly choked on my banana. “Excuse me? I hate to break it to you, but Ronnie doesn’t date.” 

“Are you sure the name Lizzie doesn’t ring a bell?”

“Nope.”

“Oh,” she said, finally losing that obnoxious level of hype. “Well, I know he asked me out a couple days ago. We were going to do something last night, but I got called into work last minute.”

“Alright, well, I’ll tell Ronnie you called.”

“Thanks, Maxie-Poo!” Excuse me? I’ve gotta get this cleared up with Ronnie before she takes it any further. There’s no way Ronnie would settle for some airhead like this.  

Feeling super disgusted, I discarded the remains of my breakfast and went into the living room with the hopes that some mind-numbing Saturday morning cartoons would help.

I’m not sure how I missed this on the way into the kitchen, but the couch was very much occupied – by Ronnie and Megan. Ronnie had an arm slung over her waist and their hands were entwined beneath the pillow. Although they did look really cozy, and dare I say happy, seeing them like this only made that phone call even worse. Lizzie wasn’t available last night, so Ronnie goes straight to Megan?

This has to stop.

I turned on the stereo and cranked the volume loud enough to probably wake up everyone in the house. Almost immediately, Ronnie and Megan jolted awake. Since Megan was on the outside, she ended up rolling off the edge and landing on the floor with a thud. “What’s going on?” she groaned.

“What the hell, man?” Ronnie demanded, sitting up and not even bothering to help Megan back onto the couch. I could feel waves of rage coursing through me. But when Megan looked at me, as though she were shocked that her and I were in the same room, I felt a pang of guilt as well.

I held my hands up in defense. “I know this may seem like cruel and unusual punishment, but I promise this is something important.”

He rolled his eyes. “Spit it out so I can go back to sleep.”

“Well, Ronnie, I just thought you’d like to know that your girlfriend woke me up by calling at 8 a.m., apparently per your request.” Okay, so maybe that was stretching the truth, but they didn’t need to know.