Chapter 3
Angie and I didn’t say anything to each other when we got home. We went to the kitchen, had some lunch, which I barely ate, and went to my room. I was really glad Angie hadn’t mentioned what had happened yet, but I knew it was coming sooner or later. Personally, I was hoping she’d forgotten.
While I went around the room and began to pick up the random articles of clothing in an attempt to make it look semi-clean, Angela began to speak.
“Since you’re not planning to bring it up, I will. What happened back there? You looked like your soul left you for a moment.”
Angela had given me enough time to think of what I was going to say. I don’t like lying to people, but it was better that Angela didn’t know what was going on. Besides, what happened between me and Tyce was over. There was no point in saying anything now.
“It’s nothing. Tyce and I just aren’t on good terms.” I replied, trying very hard to make myself sound nonchalant.
“What? You and Tyce? No way! That’s impossible. You guys never fight.” She gasped.
I shrugged.
“Well what was the fight about?”
I stumbled. I hadn’t though this through. Crap.
“Well uhm, I uh…” Then it hit me. “I don’t like that girl he’s dating. What was it? Katie? Khloe? Oh right. Kelley.”
“How did the fight even start?” She questioned.
Think. Think. Think.
“Well, we were just talking and he told me that he’s been seeing that Kelley girl and I told him that I didn’t like her and then he just got pissed at me. That’s it.” I said.
Angela then frowned. “Wait a minute, why don’t you like Kelley?”
Shit. Shit. Shit.
“I just don’t.” I replied. Wrong choice, Jack.
Angela looked furious. “Well, have you maybe considered that’s why he’s mad at you? Kelley’s actually a really nice girl. You should give her a chance. And you should apologize to Tyce. Just be happy for him. Jeez, is that really so hard? You’re so selfish. And you don’t even know Kelley. Come find me when you stop being a judgemental ass.”
She then stormed out of my room and slammed my door shut. I heard her steps and she waltzed out of my house and slammed that door too. Then it was silent. For a while, I just stood there. Too many feelings where bouncing around inside my body to the point where I felt numb.
The person I love left me. I lied to my close friend. Said close friend hates me. My best friend was out of the country. And my brother was out of town. I was alone.
Somehow I managed to snap out of my trance. I was moving now, but I was still in shock. I looked at the time. 3:17. My parents wouldn’t be home for another 3 hours.
Somehow I found myself back on the couch as I was that morning, lying on my stomach and absent-mindedly flipping through channels. As I mindlessly clicked the buttons on the remote, I found myself thinking about Angela. God, how do I get myself in these situations? I thought. The only reason I lied to Angela was because I didn’t want her to feel sorry for me. I could handle myself. I was a man. I’d be fine. I didn’t need anyone’s pity. And if she wanted to see me as the bad guy, so be it.
I was snapped out of my thoughts as I heard the doorbell ring. With an exasperated sigh, I walked towards the tall wooden entrance doors to the house and unlocked the deadbolt. I twisted the knob and opened the door to see Michael standing there with a taped up, cardboard box being carried by his left arm and propped up against his hip.
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