Caught

Chapter 17

(Ally's POV)

I felt like I lived inside a dream. A never ending, painful dream. I had just witnessed my best friend kiss my ex boyfriend. And why should I care? I've been asking myself this question for the last two hours, but still; I don't have anything. It was her choice to kiss him, but it just confirmed the suspicious question that lingered in my head for the past two weeks.

He did cheat on me.

And they were dating.

I shouldn't care, and I don't. This way, I've made up my mind. I was going to act like nothing had happened with Mia.

"Hey Al." She said, striding into the room and plopping onto the long couch. She grabbed the bowl of popcorn on the table, and popped a piece into her mouth. "What are we watching?"

We weren't watching anything currently, because the TV was turned off. I, on the other hand, turned on.

"Is twilight good for you?"

She shrugged. "Sure. It'll be a comfort movie."

Comfort was right.

We settled down, but I couldn't erase the images of Mia in Chase's arms. I grabbed the remote, and paused it.

Mia looked over at me, munching on a handful of popcorn. "What's up?"

"Why did you kiss Chase?"

She paused, and I watched her. She didn't seem to think so herself, until she answered.

"I don't care if he cheated on me. Were destined to eachother. I love him. I hope that's okay with you."

The three words she had just spoken made my stomach twist. She loves him?

"You love him?"

She grinned, and looked to the side like she was recalling a memory. "I think so."

"Has he..?"

"Oh yeah. He tells me all the time." I stop, and grab the remote. I focused on Edward and Bella, but I couldn't help the fact of my sudden-decreased breathing skills. She loved him? Obviously, Ally. A nasty voice ridiculed me in my head.

I sneaked a glance at Mia. She is very pretty. The way her brown hair falls perfectly, and her skin tone is perfect. Why wouldn't Chase love her? She's absolutely perfect. And I'm..

Obviously not good enough.

I let that thought sink in. I wasn't this kind of person. I was very confident, but this was challenging that certain characteristic.

Sophia came down, clothed in a soft blue robe, and her hair wrapped in a towel. "Wow guys, way to watch twilight without me."

*~*

I kept getting calls from Chase. Every morning, every night. Can you spell

c-o-m-m-i-t-m-e-n-t? I never answered, only afraid of what he would say.

Afraid of how he would explain the flamboyant, theatrical kiss that was ever-so lovely displayed in front of me.

Afraid.. Of him.

I've even heard Mia talk to him in our room. Gushy, cringe-worthy things were said, and I choose not to repeate.

Even though I can't have him, no; I choose not to have him, I tried to keep myself occupied.

Things escalated, and I eventually had to sink so low, that I had no one else but my mom. Yeah, I know. I didn't feel up to par with Mia lately, and I can't even begin to describe how awkward it was.

My mom sensed my mood. She didn't know about Chase, Mia, and I. She still, (god help me), thinks we are still 'involved'.

No Mom, no.

"Mom, where's dad?"

She winced."Fishing. With Albert."

I laughed. "He needs new friends." Because were so isolated, my dad doesn't have many options for 'chums'. I use that word, because that's what Albert had described their relationship.

Recalling that memory, I started to crack up. My mom smiles at me, and than brightens.

"Let's go into town!"

My eyes widened. "Right now?"

"Right now!" She jumped down from the stool, and started to grab her purse. Think of something!

"Um-mom?"

"Yeah sweetie?"

"I don't feel good." I said lamely. Nice one.

Mom came over, looking concerned. She placed her cold fingertips to my forehead, and frowns. "You don't seem warm." Dang.

I blink, than clutch my stomach like I just experience a friggin aneurism.

Bravo.

"Oh! Sweetie, are you okay?" She looked alarmed, her yes bulging slightly. I shook my head, and let my legs buckle slightly.

"Sweetheart! Ally? Do you want me to call 911?"

"No!" I sputter. "No need for that." I feebly make my way over to the couch, and bend over slowly.

Mom runs over to the sink, and soaks a towel in water. Making her way over to me, she placed the cool rag on forehead.

"Just close your eyes, and breath sweetie." She soothed. I have to admit, I felt pretty guilty, but on the other hand, enjoyed the attention.

What can I say? When someone places a nice, cool cloth on your forehead and whispers soothing words, you don't stop to ask questions.

"Is she okay?" Mia. Ugh.

I didn't open my eyes, and pretended to fall asleep.

See? I'm genius.

"Oh- oh I think she's asleep." Mom turns her voice down into a whisper, and I heard motioning. Quick footsteps, and I peaked out of one eye to make sure the coast is clear.

Yep, all clear. I got up, tip toed quietly to door, and opened it with a click.

Stepping out into the fresh air, I inhaled deeply and enjoyed the same smell I did when I had first arrived. The memory made me smile. It was like-

"Ally?" Jesus Christ. I need to hurt someone.

I opened my eyes, than relaxed when I saw that it wasn't Chase. Our next door neighbor, Mrs. Stuby, was standing in front of me, with a precious smile plastered onto her face.

You see, Mrs. Stuby was old, like really old. I'm saying like possibly in her nineties, maybe two hundreds..?

Mom frowns at my theory, but I swear of it. Like Kyle, in his sacred Macarena dance.

I removed the pained expression, and smiled. "Hi Mrs. Stuby! What can I do for you?"

"Oh, I was just wanted to see if your okay, dear. I've been seeing you and a young man quite often." She paused. "You've been crying."

I flinched. "Oh everything's fine. Just grand."