Behind the Glasses || a.i.

Chapter 6

 The rain is beating on my shoulders, as I jog home. How could I have been so stupid as to losing my phone? I understand teenagers lose their phones all the time, so I shouldn’t make a big deal out of it, but it is only a year old, and I am the one stuck paying for it. At the moment, I can’t afford a new one.

 I reach my street, and slow down, not caring anymore. I shuffle my feet, watching them slosh through puddles, my feet soaked inside my shoes. Splash and swoosh, nothing matters. I don’t matter. My phone doesn’t matter. Money doesn’t matter. Diana and Sierra don’t matter. Life doesn’t matter. I just don’t care.

 “Trinity!”

 I groan internally. “I really don’t have time right now!” I snap. I spin around and walk backwards, so I am facing him.

 “No, Trinity, you don’t understa-”

 “No, Ashton, you don’t understand!” I stop in the middle of the empty street, rain beating on my cold body. “I appreciate that you helped me the other day, but that was a one-time thing, okay? When someone says stop, they mean stop. I don’t know you, okay? We are not friends. I don’t want another friend right now. I have so much going on, and I don’t need more drama. So if you could just stop following me, that’d be great,” I rant. I sigh, and look down.

 I hear puddles around me splash, and he taps my shoulder. “I’m sorry if I inconvenienced you, Trinity. I really am,” he says sincerely. “Here.” He takes my hand and places something in my palm. I look down to find my phone and a note in my fist. I look up to thank him, but he is no longer with me. I watch as he climbs into his car and drives away. I look back to my hand and shake my head. I exhale a breath I didn’t realize I was holding in, and I walk toward the apartment building guiltily.

 I enter the lobby with my head hanging, not in the mood for any human interaction. Unfortunately, I find Sierra waiting. “Who in hottie’s heaven was that?!” she drools. I look up at her, my eyes boring straight into hers to get my message across. “Sorry. Later, though, alright?” she says.

 I roll my eyes. “I’m going up to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow,” I mumble.

 “But what about the two love birds?”

 I groan. “Damn, I forgot about them,” I whine in frustration. I am done with this day. “I guess… I guess I’ll just kick them out.”

 “I’ll get it, hun. Don’t worry. Let’s go up, and you just go to bed,” she consoles, leading me to the elevator. The ride is silent, but I know she is dying inside. I appreciate her trying her best to keep it in.

 We reach the door, and I open it, walking in. “Oh, Trin! You’re soaked! What happened to you?” Diana exclaims from the couch. “Danny, pause the movie please?” she murmurs, standing up. I shake my head and continue to my room.

 As I close the door, I hear Sierra ‘taking care of things’. “You didn’t even pretend to panic? I’m sure she feels great now. No, don’t ‘but Misty’ me! Get out. You can come back later. She had a tough day, and you just sat around in her home with your boyfriend the whole time.” Then the door slams.

 I look at myself in the mirror to see tears collected on my cheeks. I let the sad emotions I had been holding in flow through the liquid escaping my eyes. I hate myself for what I have done, and I may not be able to fix it ever. I begin to change into pajamas at an incredibly sluggish pace. I have lost any motivation I had this morning. I think up scenarios in my head of what I could’ve done to change anything that has happened to me, but in reality, it doesn’t matter because I could never go back in time anyway. Reality sucks.