Falling - NOAH CENTINEO

ch. 1 | Ice Cream and Alcohol

I sat in my room, shoveling ice cream down my throat.

"Another fight?" Rita asked, as she walked back in through my door.

"Yes." I said, blandly, rolling my eyes.

"What did Anthony do this time?" She said, taking my ice cream from me and taking a bite.

"He just keeps making a big deal out of everything, its so stupid." I sighed. "Today, he was mad that he got a bad grade on his math test because I didn't study with him." I scoffed.

"What the fuck?" Rita asked. "Thats not your fault." She said.

"I know!" I said, reliving the whole annoying ordeal.

Anthony is my boyfriend. I was obsessed with him ever since sophomore year and when my best friend, Noah, finally urged me to talk to him, he asked me out. But now, after almost a year of dating, he was constantly picking fights and making me feel like shit constantly.

"Girl, why don't you just dump him?" She asked, with a sad face. "You deserve so much better." She said, handing the ice cream back to me.

"But we've been dating so long," I whined. "And he does have his good moments... its just these moments that make me want to rip his head off." I said.

Rita sighed. "Have you told Noah yet?" She asked.

"No, not yet. He already hates the guy and every time I tell him about a fight, he threatens to beat Anthony up." I said.

"Blake, that's cute." She said, awwing.

"No, its annoying." I corrected her. "I love Noah, but he just can't get over the fact that I actually do want to stay with Anthony." I sighed.

On cue, I got a text from Noah.

"Speak of the devil." I said, looking at my phone. "He asked to come over." I said, looking up at Rita.

"Tell him to come." She insisted. "I know that you know this best, but Noah has a great sense of character in a person. Maybe he's right." She shrugged.

"Ritaaaa..." I whined. "You're supposed to be on my side."

"Sorry, sorry. Just tell him to come over." She said.

I groaned and texted Noah to come over.

Noah and I have been friends since we were kids. He lives right across the street from me, so it was bound to happen. Noah and I have been with each other through puberty, my parents divorce, every family party, boyfriends, and everything that comes with the life of a 17 year old. He's always been my best friend and even Rita knows that. I met her sophomore year and we've been close ever since, but it couldn't compare to sharing a bathtub as a child with Noah.

After a few minutes, I heard Noah shut my front door and run up the stairs to my bedroom.

He swung the door open, flashing a toothy grin. He wuickly noticed the somber mood in the room and it dissipated.

"Woah, whats up, ladies?" He asked, setting his backpack on the floor.

"Anthony yelled at Blake again." Rita said.

I sighed, loudly.

Noah's once happy smile soon turned into a scowl.

"Goddamnit, B, that guys a douche." He said, sitting on the bed with us.

"I know, I kn-"

"No, I don't think you do know. He's suck a dick to you and you let him." He interjected.