That Cliche Kinda Love

Le chapitre cinq | Donny

~ Chapter Five ~

My eyes flash open as my stupid alarm clock buzzes alive. It's finally friday! Yes, just gotta get through this school day and then tomorrow- well there are plenty of reasons to look forward to tomorrow actually. As I get ready I think back on this past week and am glad that at least Cally has made an improvement. Apparently her talk with Anna worked perfectly, every outfit so far has been fine by my brother standards.

Though the problem lies now with the other girl. I mean, I know I'm a jerk, most of the time, but even when I'm nice- I don't know. She's just been like, extra cold toward me lately, As if I didn't something specific to piss her off enough to make her really angry. Sure, I'm always an asshole around her, but usually she's a good sport about it. She'll at least laugh or joke back or something. These days though, she just stares blankly at me or spits out an insult then walks away.

Or when I'm actually nice, she'll respond harshly. I don't know what to do about it either. I tried asking Dave about it, but he doesn't know either. Though she hasn't really been any different with him anyway. Apparently, she's stressed about Junior prom- which is just next week. Though, I don't know what for. Guess it's a girl thing?

I decide to try not to think about it now and continue my morning without much event. We all get to school normal time, Anna acts just as usual and ignores me, and they ditch me the moment we arrive. The day also seems to slug along without much excitement- though I get a random detention since apparently, I'm late to class to often. Whatever, I'll serve it next week. It's the weekend now though and I don't give damn.

Thankfully there's no practice after school today and I head straight home. Tonight, I also have a date. Yeah yeah, but this week has been so sucky and Anna has been such a bitch- I need a distraction. She's a nice girl, too, not the usual trash. If all goes well, I'll have a nice night at the least. Once I'm home I call her, she gave me her number by righting it on my arm- but it's upside down so I have to contort myself to read it. She has that big, round, bubbly writing though so it's easy enough to understand.

The phone rings and my mom walks in just coming home from work. She smiles at me, but keep quiet and moves along as she notices I'm on the phone. Quickly though she kisses my cheek then keeps going. On about the fifth ring, she picks up.

"Hello?" comes her soft, melodic voice.

"Hey, it's me, Donny," I greet, putting on the charm heavily.

"Oh hey, what's up?" She instantly perks up and I can hear the excitement in her voice. I don't blame her, I know plenty of girls who wouldn't mind being in her shoes right now. Yeah, that's cocky, but also true.

I hear the front door open and close and in walk Davey followed shortly by Anna. For some reason at the sight of her, I feel the urge to cover my phone and talk quieter. As if it's a secret to be kept from her. She doesn't even look at me though, and this of course, makes me angry. So I flop my reaction and decide to be obvious about it now. Just spite her.

"Oh nothing much, though I was hoping maybe later tonight, that could change?" I say suggestively into the receiver. Daniella- is her name- giggles, but I'm watching more so for Anna's reaction. The two of them are over by the kitchen counter breaking open some muffins.

With glee I notice her shift her head ever so slightly, obvously tuning in to my conversation.

"Um, sure," Daniella replies and I smirk. Both at Anna's and Daniella's reaction. It's almost comical.

"How about I pick you up around, seven? We could go have some fun," I suggest, leaning against the wall not looking at Anna. Though I sneakilly sideglance to catch any reaction. She remains emotionless, but her hands are still- she's no longer interested in her muffin apparently. Ha!

"Great, I'll text you my adress," tonight's date agrees pleasantly. She seems pretty happy with this making of plans- though I don't know what to say about myself right now.

"Perfect," I state with a fake smile. Anna shakes her head once and goes back to her muffin. She seems to be fighting with something internally, but I'm guessing it's unrelated to me. She was probably just curious and that's why she tuned in.

"Alright, see ya then," Daniella chirps and I hear the line disconnect. Hanging up the wall phone I was using, I waste no time escaping to my room.

Once behind the locked door, I feel depressed. Thinking of Anna downstairs, thinking of probably everything but me, while in the mean time I can't seem to stop thinking about her! She doesn't care that I have a date tonight! She probably thinks it's just me and my manwhore ways again. I wish there was just a way to tell her the truth about me.

As I'm sitting on my bed with my head in my hands, I hear a light knock on the door. Shooting to my feet, I take my shirt off in brief hope that it's Anna, then open it. It's not Anna.

Cally barges right in and takes a seat on my bed. I give her a look and motion between her and the door wordlessly. She waves me off and motions for me to take a seat next to her by patting the empty spot. I shrug and shut the door, then take a seat by her side.

"Um, yeah?" I start, not really sure what this is about.

"Do you like, Anna?" she asks, wasting no time with diving right into it. This question takes me by surprise that without control my jaw drops. Instantly my thought is to reply with, 'how did you find out!?', but I don't. Instead I try to keep it together and answer casually.

"What makes you ask that?"

She takes a minute then answers promptly, "because, I think she might like you. I don't know for sure, but I think she might," she informs me questioningly- as if I should know.

I'm totally dumbfounded as to what to say to her. I mean, what? What the hell?

"I wouldn't know, Cal. Um, why do you think she does anyway?" is my best response I can come up with, while I'm trying really hard to keep it cool, too. What is this girl thinking? Unfortunately, my traitor hearts gives me a senseless hope in this possibility- and it takes all I have to bite it back.

"Well, she always laughs at your jokes too loud, like at the mall. Sometimes she looks at you like, I don't know, like you hurt her. Most girls wouldn't care, but she seems to. I mean, am I making sense?" She struggles with her words, but I actually get her message- sadly.

"Yeah, I get'cha. But, uh. I'm not sure what you want me to do about it, so she likes me, and?" I have to keep this up! Even if every atom of my being is wanting to jump up for joy and dance. She might actually like me back! What!?

"Well, if you like her back, then you should ask her out or something, that's all. Oh wait, she has a boyfriend right?" This seems to dull her mood as much as it dulls my hope- but that can't be possible. Since my hope was just crushed into a million pieces.

Oh yeah, that.

"Um, yeah. So, I guess that's that," I answer and try to dismiss it as nonchalantly as possible. Then decide to add to really seal it, "plus, I don't even like her that way- if at all. So it doesn't even matter."

She seems sad by my answer and gets up from the bed. I hate to hurt her feelings, but it's only to protect mine. Selfish, right? Well I seem to be doing everything else wrong- so what do I care? Before she is completely out the door though, she turns her head to look at me, her eyes sort of moist. Guess she's really disappointed, huh?

"You know," she starts, her throat choking a little, then after clearing it she continues, "there's nothing wrong with fighting for her. I mean, if you really like her, and someone's in the way, fight for her. It's not like she's married yet or something."

Then with that she closes the door and leaves me- for once- speechless.

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