Learning to be Sister's [discontinued]

Azeala Two

"What?" Azeala snapped into her phone, almost dropping it, as it was squished between her ear and her shoulder.

"Yeah, I saw him making out with some chick before they disappeared together."

"Who was it?" Azeala snapped, getting up from her knees and ripping off her plastic gloves. She kicked the sponge that she had been using to scrub her bathroom floor clean of the bright purple nail polish she had spilled aside.

"I don't know but I think Jonah  came in with her."

"Jonah?"

"Yeah, Jonah Edwards."

"What? Do you think he knows her?"

"Well, If he does, I didn't see them together at the party. Only enter together and maybe they left together but I don't know."

"Thanks for telling me, I'll call him." Azeala was close to either crying her heart out or punching the wall — she wasn't clear.

She took the phone in her hands and began scrolling through her contacts before remembering she could just type in J.

When she found his number she dialed it, waiting for it to ring. It took a while but she figured it was because he was probably feeling the after effects of his hang over. When he did answer her, she released a sigh of relief, for a second she thought he wasn't going to answer.

"Hey, It's Azeala." She chirped with fake cheeriness.

"Hi?"

"Sooooo, I was wondering if I could ask you something?"

"Okay?"

"Who was that girl you were at the party with last night?"

She could hear him hesitate, "I don't know who you're talking about."

"Kloe told me you walked in with a girl."

"Well, it must've been someone else. I came alone."

"Oh. Well thanks." She hung up before he could say anything.

With an angry huff, she threw her phone against wall but it landed on her bed instead.

She was going to find out who this girl was, no matter what.

She had on grey sweats and a white tank top when her mom called her from upstairs, announcing Ford was there. Azeala walked up the stairs from the basement, which had been turned into a dance room, slowly. When she got up the stairs, she saw Ford standing in the middle of her living room with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

She really wished she had looked better so he could regret cheating on her but unfortunately, he came at the wrong time.

She stood at the edge of the stairs with a blank expression on her face, "What are you doing here?"

He smirked, "What? No hi, glad to see you?"

She stood there for a second, expecting more. What, he wasn't going to confess to what he did? That he made out with another girl who wasn't his girlfriend and did god knows what else? She wanted to throw the Umbrella in the corner at him but instead managed to let out a small sigh.

"I don't want to see you right now." In fact, she spent three hours down stairs dancing out all her frustrations even though she was still sore from yesterday — she was that mad.

"Is this about yesterday, I want to say I'm sorry for going to that stupid party yesterday. I guess we should do more couple stuff, If that's what you want."

"Is that all?" She saw his grin falter.

"What?"

"Is that all you want to say?"

"Yeah."

"Good, you piece of shit, get the fuck out of my house." She turned around and began walking up her stairs but Ford followed behind her. She wanted so bad to turn around and push him, yelling to get away from her but figured she couldn't go to jail for manslaughter; she didn't look good in orange or stripes.

He latched onto her arms and she turned around, "What the fuck is your problem?"

Azeala snatched her arm away and gave a hysterical sort of laugh, "You didn't think I'd find about you and whoever the fuck you were kissing? Do you think I'm stupid or that I don't know people? Fuck you, Ford."

He seemed to freeze, too shocked she supposed and she wanted to slap him, so she did. That sure took him out of his stupor. He grabbed onto his cheek.

"What the fuck, Azeala?"

She gave him a sickly sweet smile, "That's for being an asshole and that's been basically the only thing I could think about doing since I saw you." She was lying of course, the things she thought were more violent and ended along the lines of a scissors and his lack of male parts anymore but even she could admit that would be too cruel — she wouldn't want to waste a good pair of scissors on him.

She turned to leave before she kicked him in the balls and ended his line of ancestry's right on the spot but Ford, being the idiot he is, grabbed onto her again. She was so close to stabbing him with the pen she always kept in her bun.

She turned around slowly, giving him a menacing glare.

"Babe, I'm sorry. She doesn't even matter! She's nobody.  I don't even know her and we did nothing. She kissed me, practically threw herself at me and I was so shocked that I couldn't respond at all but I did push her off. She came onto me but I stayed loyal. I'm sorry."

Azeala looked at Ford, he looked sincere.

"Please forgive me."

She thought about it, "I don't know."

Of course, later that night she called him to tell him she did.