chapter nine
Matthews pov
after I get home from Ronny' s I say hi to my family. "hi mom, dad, Sarah." "hi sweetie." "hello son." "sup weirdo." my family is that all American family you see in movies and stuff. I get kind of bored with it, but you know, I love my family. "are you hungry?" "No mom, I had dinner with Ronny and her mom and sister." "oh ok." she's smiling from ear to ear. "what?" "you like her." "no I don't mom, I just met her today." "what ever you say."
around 10 o clock I head upstairs and lay down to fall asleep. I mumble to myself. "do I like her?" a couple days later I get up and 6:30 and get dressed. once I walk into the hallway I see my best friend Ricky. "sup man," "sup." I look for my first period text book. I grab it then close my locker. I haven't said anything since sup. "hey man, are you alright? you're being quiet." "huh? yeah, I just have a question for a friend." he crosses his arms a cross his chest. "what's her name?" "ugh. Ronny Mayfield." "she's cute." I shoot him a glare. he chuckles and puts his arms up to surrender.
I make my way over to Ronny's locker. "hey Ronny." I give her my most charming smile. "hi Matthew." almost whispering. I take in her appearance. she's wearing a sleeping with sirens tank top, with a black cardigan. she is also wearing skinny jeans and black flats. her hair is in a messy bun. "did you need something Matthew?" she looks like she's about to cry. "are you okay?" "Yes. did you need something?" "yeah, um, I was wondering if you wanted to go watch a movie on Friday, wait today is Friday. I mean tonight?" she looks down the hallway. then she bites her lip. "sure." she smiles, but it's tight and doesn't quite reach her eyes. "okay, I'll pick you up at seven?" "sure." she walks away.
Ronny's pov
as I walk away from Matthew to my first period class, I can't help but think about last night.
I run up my stairs from a run then I realize I forgot my phone outside. I walk outside and see Claire leaving with lipstick smeared on her cheek, and her hair is all messed up. she looks over at me and sticks out her tongue. I don't see Jace but I know they did it. I take off running back inside, my phone in my hand. as soon as I get inside my tears just start flowing. I punch the door, and slide down the door onto the floor. I then throw my phone somewhere in the living room. I go upstairs and cry myself to sleep.
I run into someone and mutter sorry. when I look up I see Jace. "it's okay Ronny," I look at him and hold back my tears. I feel one escape from captivity and I can feel my heart crack. "Ronny, are you okay?" he looks really worried. he doesn't know I know. "nope. just leave me alone." I look away and start to walk. he grabs my wrist giving me goosebumps. how does he still effect me even when I am angry with him??? "Ronny, please, can we talk after school?" "No. I have to get ready for my date after school" "date? with who?" he clenches his jaw. "Matthew." I pull my arm away.
the entire day goes by slowly. "Ronny Louise Mayfield. you get out of that bathroom stall right now and let me hug you." I chuckle and wipe away my tears. I open the stall door to see my best friend. Audrey. I walk to her slowly. once I'm in her arms the tears return. they come slowly but they eventually come back. like a Jedi. "I feel like Frodo." she giggles, and then looks at me with a sad smile. "why do you feel like frudu?" "Frodo. I feel like a misunderstood misfit, with one purpose, except.unlike him, my purpose will not be fulfilled." "what was your purpose?" "Jace." at the mention of his name I immediately start to cry all over again. I hate people.
sixth period comes along. I see Claire who is giggling and pointing at me with her friends. I immediately start to hold back tears. I sit down at my seat and look over to Matthew. he's cute, and nice and funny. but the best part is he didn't screw Claire. an annoying voice breaks me out of my thoughts. "so, have you and Jace , you know, yet?" "of course not." "well we did last night. your boyfriend is amazing in bed." "im sure you say that about every guy you've screwed. which is like half he school, so I don't care if you think that." she glares at me then starts to yell. "I least I didn't screw Matt like you did last night you little wh-" the teacher interrupts her sentence. "Claire that's enough." I look around. everyone is staring, whispering about me, and judging me. I feel hot tears on my cheek. I run out the room. as I run I hear voices laughing. they echo in my ears. I run to the bathroom. I sit up on a closed toilet after locking the stall. I hug my knees. I cry, then think, then cry, then think some more. I don't know how long I've been sitting here. *ring ring ring* "teachers please dismiss the students." I walk to my locker and grab my stuff. then I walk to Samantha car.
during the ride Samantha pesters me with question. the entire time I just look out the window and try not to cry. when I get home I run up to the living room and find my phone. I go upstairs, turn on the tv and plug in my phone. I see that I have 8 texts and 4 missed calls from Jace. seeing is name on my phone hurts my chest. just when I feel the tears start to come, my phone rings. I read the name Audrey <3, I answer the phone. "hello." "Ronny! I heard what happened. I'm coming over." "okay, but only until 7." "why?" "I have a date with Matthew." "uhh. k. I'm here. be up in minute." "k."
she throws the door open. "im here for my best friend!" she is holding tubs of ice cream, like eight movies, tissues, and a bag of clothes. "so I decided I'm spending the night. I'll hang with you, you go on your date, and I'll be with your fam until you get back." "okay." I smile, and its genuine. at six I start to get ready. I put my make up on, make sure my contacts feel right, braid my hair to the side, and grab a light pink casual blouse and some skinny jeans. Audrey picked it out. of course.
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