𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧 » goodbye good girl

CHAPTER NINE

I LEANED MY head onto the couches pillows and sighed.
My mother looked at me and raised a brow slightly, her face lighting up from the tv in front of us.

She picked around at her food I had bought us, and did the same.
"Are you okay?" Her smooth voice asked.

I shrugged. "I don't know. I got hit on by men at the bar, I fucked up my friendship with Cartman, and I scared off that bitch, Julie. So I don't know if I'm okay or not." I ranted on, groaning.
I brushed my hair out of my face and sighed heavily.

"Oh Hunny. It'll be okay. I know you two have been good friends for a while, but maybe tell him how you feel. Even if it ruins things, what's the difference now? Just tell him." She nudged me with a smile.
Mark strolled into the room and raised a brow, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Still on about that boy?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes and smiled slightly.
I didn't hate my mom's boyfriend, but he still wasn't my dad. We had our moments, but most of the time we got along pretty well.

My real dad was kind of a douche anyways.

"Yes," I exclaimed. "Help me get over him." I snapped up at him.
He chuckled and sat down beside my mother, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, earning a smile from herself.

"Well," he started.

I leaned in with a hint of hope, thinking he might actually be able to help.

"That's hard, kiddo."

But, just as I suspected, he was no help at all.

I groaned heavily and threw my head backwards.
"What happened? I thought you guys were supposed to go out to eat tonight." He furrowed his brows.

"We were. Then I screwed it up because Julie was there. So I went to the new bar down the street and ordered my own food. And I'm pretty sure the bartender spit in my food." I sighed.

He snickered and my mom spit out the fry in her mouth.
"Why would he spit in your food?"

"Because I made him mad." I replied simply.

"Well how did you-"

"Not the point!" I exclaimed, waving my arms dramatically.
"Ugh, I just want to make things right." I sighed.

"Well, I'd tell him how you feel. So that way, maybe he'll understand why you're acting like this now." Mark told me.

I nodded. "Yeah, I probably should." I sighed again.
"Okay. I will."

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   I stood with Cartman in the hallway and smiled up at him. My heart beat a little faster every time I looked at him.

"So. You gonna apologize for last night?" He asked, breaking my trance.
I shook my head from the thoughts I was having and felt my smile falter.

"Oh, yeah . . I'm sorry. It was a little uncalled for." I mumbled down at the floor a bit awkwardly.
He furrowed his brows and narrowed his eyes onto me. Then he scoffed. "A little uncalled for? It was allot more than that!" He replied with crossed arms.

I looked up at him and sighed. "I know! I'm really sorry. It's just that," I cut myself off from embarrassing myself any further than I already have in front of him.
"Ugh. Never mind, you wouldn't understand." I sighed.

He looked confused and raised a brow slightly. "What do you mean? I mean, teh- come on, you're talking to me, here." He held out his arms.
I glanced at him and looked away. "It's nothing." I shook my head and glanced at the clock on the wall, seeing what time it was.