I'd Never Expected

Chapter 19

I took some medicine before heading out to calm my remaining cold. I could feel that it was going away. That made me happy.

We all decided to hit the small local arcade since they were all in the mood for video games. I played a lot of games with everyone, especially Max. He invited me to play Dance Dance Revolution with him, ten times in a row!

I felt my legs start to get weak and my headache began to come back, after all, I was still semi sick, so I told Max I would take a break and head to the restroom.

On the way towards the back room -- where the bathroom's remained -- I found a glass door which lead to the back side of the building. I was passing by when I noticed Ronnie outside by the door. He was sitting on the concrete, staring off into nothing but the almost-empty-parking lot.

I stood there for a minute, hesitating to go out and join him or just leave him alone. I wanted to apologize for calling him an idiot yesterday -- I wanted to blame it on the medicine -- and thank him again for what he did for me, and I found that now would be a perfect opportunity, but he seemed too peaceful to interrupt.

I decided to leave him alone. I was about to turn around and start for the restroom again but a figure jumped by the sight of me and frightened me as well.

"Oh, you scared me," Ronnie admitted on his way in.

I placed my hand over my heart. "Yeah, you scared me too." I laughed. I didn't expect him to walk back in so sudden. "What were you doing out there anyway?" I asked before he walked off.

He shrugged. "Just thinking…"

I nodded. "Oh… Oh hey, listen!" I stopped him again. "I wanted to apologize."

He scowled. "What about?"

I chuckled nervously. "About yesterday… when I called you an idiot…."

His frown turned upward. "Oh…" He gave me a crooked smirk. "Don't worry about that." Before I could say anything else, he walked off into the game room.

I stood before him with a deep frown on my face. "Don't worry about that?" I thought about it. Does he even know why I called him an idiot? Or could he have merely thought it was only the medicine talking? But then again, that is what I want him to think, that it was just the cold syrup… but, why was it bothering me? Somewhere deep inside, do I really want him to know that I was angry to the fact that I wanted him to care for me?

I gasped. What if he figured it out and does know the reason why I fell asleep so angry. But yesterday he seemed so oblivious towards my attitude, so he possibly can't know.

I sighed. "What the fuck do you mean, 'don't worry about that'?!" I spoke to the roof.

I heard a chuckled. "What are you doing talking to yourself?" Max entered the back room with an amused look on his face.

I shifted my head around the room. "I-I'm not talking to myself," I stuttered.

He laughed and changed the subject. "So you ready to play some more DDR?"

I groaned.

Before heading home, we decided to eat at a fast food restaurant and we actually ended up hanging out there for quite a while as we all spoke about each others past, except for Ronnie. He didn't volunteer to talk about anything, but unfortunately his friends decided to speak for him anyways.

Apparently he used to live in those huge houses up north where all the rich people reside. He used to live in a six-bedroom house with a whole big room for himself that was about the size of my living room and kitchen combined. He had maids and whatnot and his own large one-hundred inch plasma television along with the latest computers and games systems out there.