Brightest kind of dark

Chapter 4

Sages POV*

It's been almost five days. Five fucking days and still no car. My dad's going to freak. Oh wait never mind, he isn't here enough to even notice. And if he does notice somehow then good. I hope he gets so pissed he screams and rips his hair out. But I'm still pissed at Ashton. He hasn't even bothered to send me a text about why I don't have my car. I mean there's my moms truck but I hate it, because it reminds me of her.

Is it bad that I have so much hate for my parents? Probably. But I don't care. Everyone gives me shit for saying the things I say about them, but I mean all of it. Yea my parents provide for me and all that, but I'd rather have no money and parents that actually care.

"Sage?" Ugh I don't want to talk to Yolanda right now.

"Sage honey, come down here for a minute. Someone is here to see you." She yells.

The corners of my mouth lift up slightly at the thought of it being Ashton, but I quickly scold myself. I should be mad at him.

"Alright I'll be right there." I shout back, checking my reflection in my large closet mirror. I look as shitty as I feel. Probably because I've been sulking in my room for no apparent reason. I just feel so sad all the time and I don't know what's wrong with me, but it gets annoying.

Pulling on a sweater I tie my hair into a low ponytail, and wipe the remains of my makeup from the bottom of my eyes.

Rushing down the stairs my tiny smile falls when I don't see Ashton at the door. Instead Caroline stands with her hand on her hip tapping her foot.

"I have been texting you for the past few days Sage! Why weren't you answering, I was so scared that something happened." She says holding her phone in the air.

"My phone is dead, I can't find the charger." I lie, "And why, what could have possibly happened to me?" I shrug walking to the kitchen.

She quickly walks beside me, a small smirk resting on her red lipstick covered lips.

"Oh I don't know, something to do with Ashton though." She giggles taking a seat on my counter.

"What do you mean?" If I just pretend I don't know what she's talking about maybe she'll drop it.

"I saw you guys flirting on the beach, and the next morning you were both gone, he wasn't answering anyone's messages, and you can't find your charger." She pushes, wiggling her eyebrows up and down. "Don't think I wouldn't notice. He's so hot, like honestly who can have that hairstyle and clothes and still look like a model?" I let out a loud laugh finally realizing what she thinks happened."Oh my god, Caroline we didn't sleep together! You're too funny." Wiping a tear from the corners of my eyes I walk over to my fridge.

"Yes you did! I know Ashton and unless he's planning on having sex with a girl, there's no way he'd bring her home." She shouts throwing her hands in the air.

"Well then, you obviously don't know him as well as you think." I spit using a harsher tone than I had expected.

I can tell she wasn't listening when she doesn't answer me, thank god.

"Anyways," she continues putting her phone onto the counter and swinging her legs back and forth, "Ashton is having this huge party tonight and I was wondering if you would drive me?"

Without realizing it, I slam the fridge door. My fists clench at my sides and I bite my lip trying to prevent myself from screaming.

"Whoa, it was just a question." Caroline laughs nervously putting her hands up in surrender.

Before saying anything, I mentally scream then slowly un-clench my fists letting out a deep breath. "Sorry I'm not mad at you, it's just that, Yolanda picked up the wrong milk again. Even you know I'm allergic to dairy." I smile crookedly and she looks down scrunching her eyebrows together in thought.