"Wh...what?" Jake asks, looking at me.
I just stare at him. Did I really just kiss him? I mean, it's not like we were boyfriend and girlfriend...but it's also not like we weren't.
"I'm sorry," I mumble, looking away from him, feeling awkward. I really don't know why I just did that.
Jake just sighs, painfully. "How long were you and Patrick together?"
I look back at him, extremely shocked. How did he know about this? Did he just listen to that fight outside, or did Pete say something to him when he answered the door?
"We weren't..."
"Don't lie to me."
"Jake, we weren't," I insist, lying. He just stares at me, almost disgusted.
"I thought we had something."
"Jake-"
"DON'T LIE TO ME!" he screams, backing up. I gulp. Great. I felt like the whole world was mad at me. Everyone person. At least my world was.
"JAKE! IT'S A LONG STORY, OKAY?!" I scream at him, trying not to start crying.
He closes his eyes and sighs. "Really?"
"Yes Jake," I plead to him. "It is. Please believe me."
"I knew I shouldn't have let you go to that concert alone."
"Excuse me, Dad," I say to him, crossing my arms. He just looks at me, shocked. What was he so mad about? It's not like him and I had labels.
"We were never together."
"Yes-"
"So you were my boyfriend and I didn't know?" I ask Jake, still with my arms crossed. He just stares at me then sighs. I just look at him.
"But why Patrick if you knew about me back home?"
"I told you it's a long story, and you'll probably never give me the chance to tell it to you because you're way ahead of yourself, Jake. You're overreacting. You're being ridiculous."
"I don't need a story, I need answers."
I look at him, confused. He was so angry he didn't even know what he was saying. He wasn't making any sense. We were acting like children. He was the only person I had left and was about to lose. I wanted to panic, but I really didn't know how to feel.
"I will give you answers if you let me tell you the whole story."
"I know the story. The story is that Patrick left you but somehow fell in love with you after a course of like what, a week? Lemme guess how he fell in love with you: you slept with him!"
That drew the line for me, completely. I walk up to Jake and slap him across the face. "I DIDN'T SLEEP WITH HIM YOU ARROGANT SON OF A BITCH!"
"ALRIGHT!" I hear Jake's Mom yell, walking up towards where we were standing. Jake was leaning over, grabbing his face in pain. She opens the door and looks at me.
"GET OUT!" she screams at me, pointing out the door. I just stare at her and she repeats what she just said.
"But...but I have no one!"
"You should've thought about that before you slapped my son across the face!" she exclaims, practically pushing me out the door. I let her push me out the door and she slams the door behind me. I look at the closed door and gulp. I had no idea what to do now.
After a two mile walk, I end up at a little old style diner/cafe that I've been to maybe once or twice in my lifetime. It was open 24/7, so maybe I could grab something to eat and think about what to do.
"I just need a coffee and food," I say, sitting up at the counter they had, which technically wasn't a bar.
"Well, what kind of food?" the waitress asks, confused. I sigh.
"A BLT I guess," I mumble, thinking about a food from the top of my head. She just looks at me, eyebrows raised, and puts my order in. I sigh, putting my elbow on the counter and putting my hand on my forehead. Out of the corner of my eye, I see someone familiar. I look up and look down the counter. It just couldn't be him.
Zac Farro, ex-drummer of Paramore. I squint my eyes to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. He was on his phone, eating something that I couldn't see. What was he doing here, out of all places?
Paramore. One of my two favorite bands ever since junior high. Even though the Farro brothers left Paramore awhile back, I still wanted to talk to Zac himself. He didn't look any different, at least not to me.
Not noticing how long I was staring at him, I see him look up at me. He smiles at me and I smile back, heart racing. He looks back down at his phone and continues to do what he was doing. The only good thing that has come out of this day is spotting an ex-drummer from one of my favorite bands.
"BLT and coffee," the waitress says, putting my food and drink in front of me. I mumble a thank you and glance at Zac again. He was paying his bill, and I started to panic. To leave, he'd have to walk right by me, and I only had one chance to say something.
I start to eat nervously and try to secretly watch him leave. As he approaches passing me, I put down my sandwich, hoping I look okay, and gulp.
"Hey, Zac...Farro?" I say, nervously. He stops and looks at me.
"I'm a big fan."
p.s. guys! if you wanna contact me, my tumblr is idkimstumped.tumblr.com, my snapchat is staayclaassy (i'm so uncreative with usernames and i made my snapchat a long time ago oh), and i used to have a kik but i forgot the password, but maybe i'll make a new one. alright byeeeee! :)
