Leave Mary Jane Alone

Chapter Thirteen

The place was cool and retro. Still I wanted to go home, but I figured it wouldn't be so bad. It wasn't that bad, yet it still wasn't my choice. Damn it, don't I get a choice in what happens with me? I was a little peeved that Oliver pushed over me so easily. "What's with the face cotton candy? Also what would you like, you can write it down or point at it on the menu." He turned to me with a smile after ordering a triple chocolate fudge ice cream and a strawberry sundae. I pointed at the strawberry cheesecake ice cream and a chocolate sundae. Right after the guy took our orders Oliver made it clear he wanted him to go away. "Go do something that matters."And stop staring at her before you have to French kiss my fist." I kicked at his shin five or six times hurting my own toes in the process. I took out my phone, 'You're not my owner. When I want to go home take me home, please.' I scribbled the words politely.

"I never said I owned you. If I owned you, Mary Jane, we would be somewhere nice and I'd have my arms wrapped around you as we shared a passionate moment in the heat of the night. If I don't own you then you sure as fuck don't own me either so don't start making demands." His patience had thinned.

I frowned before writing again, 'I know I don't own you, Oliver. I'm not stupid despite your beliefs. You provably brought me here so you can try to get me to talk. You should stop. You're the one who offered to take me around and you only did it so you could convince me that talking is something I want to learn."

"No. I offered to take you for your stupid meeting and I offered to take you for ice cream. I didn't offer to take you anywhere else. Never mind me teaching you how to talk though, you need to learn to think first!" Oliver spat and began to laugh loudly with his own self causing people to turn towards us and stare.

My face began to heat up from embarrassment and anger, maybe even shame, but I wasn't ever going to cry in front of Oliver again. He was good when he was good and terrible when he was bad. I took a breath and he began talking again before I could calm down. "I'm sure you can call a taxi and tell them- oh hold on- you can't do that at all. Poor you. Boo hoo." He pretended to cry and I bit my lip. There was nothing I could say and if I could say anything I would say nothing. Then Oliver smiled so coldly that I shivered. I had no idea he could be like this but I should have known that people don't take interest in me to be my friend. They want to fix me when I am not broken, just cracked. I stood from the table and went towards the door with tears brimming in my eyes that I drew blood to keep them from spilling.

"Are you always going to run? Always? You can sit for one second and just talk with me- damn I just keep forgetting that you can't. It's hilarious really that I have been befriending a little girl who will never do anything for herself. We could both feel pathetic right about now but I think you feel it a bit more. After all, you are the one with issues." He carried on in total nonchalance as I stood with my hand on the door. I couldn't make myself leave like I wanted to. A part of me just had to hear it. I had to realize that no one is as great as their first impression. I had ignored his previous blow ups but not today. I had more important matters to tend to. He opened his mouth but before he could break my spirit anymore, ice cream slid onto his head and down onto his face and through his clothes and on his pants.

He froze and began to chatter, "What the fuck?" He screamed angrily and his eyes searched for his next victim. Our waiter stood proudly admiring his work. I worried about him as I knew Oliver's short fuse had already blown. He was now aflame in his mind and I had no use what he was capable of.

"You said do something that matters and I cooled you off. Done. By the way you are an asshole." Then he smiled and wiped at his hands like he was ridding them of dirt. I could see Oliver's back from where I stood fixed to the ground. He stood slowly with his fists like cement spheres. His body blocked our waiter from view completely.