I'd Never Expected

Chapter 21

When I arrived home from school (I didn't even bother waiting for Ronnie since I had no clue where the hell he was anyways -- but then again, he could already have beaten me here like he used to before) I quickly greeted my mom and locked myself in my room as I paced back and forth like a nervous wreck.

"Love? Love? I love Ronnie?" I asked my stuffed Pikachu doll and desperately stared at it as if waiting for a response.

No, but not only did Vita tell me that I love him, she mentioned after that I was in love with him as well.

"Am I?" I asked Pikachu again. After realizing I was asking a non-living thing a question, I threw myself on my bed and thought about it all -- all the emotions I've gone through just for this boy; This boy who has worried me so much in the last few months. This boy who always leaves me in a confused state. This boy who easily makes me smile. This boy who keeps the voice of an angel. This boy who I could never stop thinking about no matter what the case.

I groaned. "Agh, my friends are right, I do love Ronnie. I do!"

My heart has always been telling me how I felt about Ronnie -- always giving me hints and such, but my mind has never grasped the idea to figure out the truth.

"How the hell could I have been so oblivious?!" I hit myself with a pillow and laid there for a while till I heard the sound of my stomach rumbling.

Hunger got the best of me so I made my way to the kitchen and prepared myself a sandwich, all the while trying to distract myself from Ronnie but that all soon backfired when my mom walked in and asked if I had seen him.

I frowned. "No, I haven't seen him since the morning. Why? Is he missing?" My voice automatically grew to a higher pitch.

"Yeah. He hasn't come home at all nor called me to inform me if he was going anywhere," she said, looking worried already.

I too began to grow worried and an idea occurred to me. "Oh wait! I can call his friends and ask them!" In the midst of heading for my phone, the front door open only to reveal a bloody Ronnie and when I mentioned bloody, I literally mean covered in blood.

His forehead was dripping with stains of dry and wet blood, his nose smeared with more of the red fluid up to his cheeks, his lip bruised up and bloody, and his whole right eye swollen and purple. And not to mention his gray long sleeved shirt stained with spots of red and the hem teared and ripped in several places.

When he made his way in limping, my mom right away ran up to him to question and help him make his way to the kitchen. I immediately brought a chair out from the table so he could relax. Slowly he groaned with pain when taking his seat.

My mom grabbed some wet tissues to clean off his face. Ronnie winced from the pure touch. My mom groaned and asked again, "Oh, Ronnie, what happened?!"

Carefully, he pushed my mom's hand aside from his face and politely said, "I rather not speak about it, Mrs. Mae."

My mom's mouth dropped as she appeared appalled to the fact that he decided to refuse to give her an answer -- as if he had the liberty to decided that on his own, and judging by my mom's glowering stare, it didn't seem like he did. "No, no!" she began, "If you're living under my roof you better tell me what happened!" Yeah, I thought correctly.

Ronnie darted his eyes to my mom in a surprised manner. He must have not expected to have this reply come out of this tiny woman for this was the first time she's ever yelled so severely at him. He dropped his head and mumbled, "I got into a fight."

My mom scoffed and quietly told herself, with rolling eyes, "Oh, I should have known."

And I should have known as well, and judging by his appearance, it didn't seem like luck was with him this time like those other fortunate times in school.