It's Complicated

Chapter 2

          Getting ready in my room, I hear a car horn from outside. I look out my window and wave down at Trevor. He looked up at me and smiled. I took one last look in the mirror just before I carefully ran downstairs in my purple and black skull heels. My parents were in the living room watching TV. As I grab my jacket, I yelled, “I’m going to Tyler’s house. Be back later.”

          “Okay, baby girl, have fun,” my dad responds as I walk out the door.

          Like a gentleman, Tyler opens the door for me and I slid in. I gave him a quick peck on the lips. We drove off and he turned his radio.

“Are you okay, Ang?” he asked.

          “Yeah, why?”

          “I mean, are you okay going to Tyler’s house?”

          “Yeah. If I wasn’t okay with it, I probably wouldn’t go.”

          “Okay, babe.”

          He grabbed my hand and gently caressed it with his thumb. I sigh and look out the window at all the houses we pass until we stop at Tyler’s house. I see people moving around behind the curtains. I stepped out the car, feeling nostalgic. So many memories, so many mistakes have happened here. I walked up to the front door and paused. What’s going to happen if I see Tyler?

          I walked in and took in the scenery; people everywhere, trash everwhere, a keg stand, beer pong, dancing, and great music. I scanned around for Nicole. I see her in the living room, talking to Arianna. I stepped away from Trevor to go talk to her.

“Hey, Nicki.”

          She hugs me, “Hey, Angie.”

          I turn to Arianna, hug her, and said “What’s up, Ari?”

          “Nothing much.”

          “So, I still don’t understand why I’m here.”

          “Oh c’mon, Ang. Cut Tyler some slack. He actually invited you.”

          “Seriously?”

“Yeah. But be right back. I got to go find the bathroom,” and she left.

I turn back to Nicole, “So, where is the man of the evening?”

“He’s upstairs. Waiting for you,” Nicole said after taking another shot of tequila.

Nicole was always a partier and loves alcohol and drinking.

“Wait, what?” I asked confused.

“You heard me. He told me to tell you to meet him in his room when you got here.”

I walk toward the stairs, not saying another word, not knowing what to expect. Why does he want me to meet him?

I walked into his bedroom – third one on the right - and I am very much surprised. There are fewer posters than I remember and his room is actually clean.

“Hello, Angela.”

I yelp and turn to see Tyler towering over me.

“Hi, Tyler.”

“Enjoying the party?” he asked nonchalantly.

“I suppose.”

“How are you?”

“Okay, cut the crap, Tyler. Why am I here?” I said, not putting up with his bull.

“I wanted to talk to you.”

“I realize that. Why do you want to talk to me?

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while now.”

“Okay, what do you want?”

“You.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Angela, I love you. I always have. I just never realized it until now.”

“Why are you doing this to me? I’m with Trevor, your best friend for crying out loud,” I cried and the tears streaming down my cheeks.

“Angela, I wanted to tell you but you stopped talking to me.”

“Yeah, because you don’t know how to grow up.”

“Angela, please let me explain,” he said while he reached out for my wrist.

“No, you hurt me and that’s not fa-“

Before I can finish, he grabs me and kisses me. I try to fight him, but he wraps his arms around mine and constricts me. He starts to kiss me harder and more forcefully. More tears stream down my cheeks.

Five seconds into the kiss I stopped fighting and thought of another subtle yet violent approach.

“Ow Angela. You bit me,” Tyler exclaimed.

I took one right turn and swiftly exited his room, ran past Trevor, and out the door. I can’t believe what just happened. I try to wipe the tears away from my eyes and stop the endless stream of mascara, but I can’t seem to stop crying. Has Tyler lost his mind? Or have I?