I'm a Crazy Ex-Girlfriend

Chapter 7: Sorry, Not Sorry

Chapter 7

My life has gone from dating the guy I'm in love with and planning a solid future with to fighting my only enemy with a rage I didn't know I was capable of producing. Laying on my bed, I stare at my plain white wall, listening to Lucy go on and on about my performance in the school hallway this morning. Apparently, not everyone is disappointed in me like I had originally thought.

"I didn't know you had it in you," she comments, eating a bag of unhealthy chips that she made my little brother get her. All three of my brothers have 'secret' crushes on Lucy and will do anything she asks them to. She's well aware of how much they're crushing on her and like a good best friend, she takes full advantage of it.

The manipulative girl was somehow able to worm her way into my house even though my parents have explained I'm not allowed to use any modern technology, have friends visit or leave the house unless for school or work for the next month. Lucy was able to convince them that letting me talk about the events that occurred today and give me helpful advice will help me get through my enraged state. I don't know how she does it, even though I've seen her in action more times than I can count.

"And I was totally about to jump in there and suplex her, but apparently Sasha Banks didn't need backup," She explains, her serious voice showcasing that she's proud of my achievement. This is what I've been forced to endure for the last two hours she's been here when really I'm feeling so depressed I want to curl up and die from the embarrassment.

"Who's Sasha whatever?" I grumble, rolling onto my back to stare at a different portion of the ceiling.

"Um, excuse me, she is only one of the best female wrestlers in this world."

Lucy is a major wrestling fan and can name every wrestler that has ever stepped foot into the ring. At some of our sleepovers she forces me to sit there as she screams encouragement at the TV. It's hell.

"Let's not talk about it. I looked like a psychopath," I bury my swollen face in my fluffy blanket and groan, regretting ever letting my anger take over me completely.

She laughs, laying down on her stomach besides me as she shoves a chip hastily into her mouth. The girl can eat like a fat man and manage to lose weight instead of gaining anything. It's tragic, really.

"I can't believe you stood there and videotaped it," I grumble, throwing a stuffed animal Derek got me at one of the town's annual carnivals last summer at my bedroom door. The brats known as my siblings are peeking in my room, trying to spy on Lucy because of their obvious uncontrollable crushes on her.

"What was I supposed to do? You kicked that girl's ass and didn't need my help. And trust me, I was totally going to jump in there and knock the bitch out, but you had it under control. So as your best friend, I gathered some evidence to interrogate you with later," She continues, sitting up and snatching the soda can off my desk, gulping some down rapidly.

For the rest of the week and half of next, I'm suspended from school for fighting back even though I pleaded it was self-defense, because he said I took self-defense way too far. Life-size barbie is out the same amount of days as me even though she started the freakin' fight. Being in the state that I was after having my ass handed to me by my only enemy, I didn't try so hard to argue back and accepted my punishment. Same goes with my parents, I just sat there while they lectured me and my brothers stood on the other side of the wall, giggling behind their hands because I was getting in trouble for the first time in my existence.

"There was some trouble in paradise today."

"Huh?"

"Derek and what's-her-face. You definitely brought up some unhealed wounds somehow," she sighs, like all this drama is too much for her and she's already over it. I would be, too if it weren't for Derek still holding onto my heart.