Thief 2 (m.e.)

Chapter 14

Hours pass and Matt never shows. It's about five now. I'm doing the dishes from my lunch today and everything from yesterday. I don't usually eat breakfast.

I grab the silver butter knife and clean it with the rag I have. Yeah, the rag, sponges are pointless, they wear out. My phone buzzes from the table in the dinning room that's connected to the kitchen.  I flip my hair and walk to dry my hands off with the dry rag that hangs on the stove handle.

I see Tommy's name across the screen. I sigh as I slide my finger across the screen and say, “Hello?"

“Please come!" He begs.

“I can't, I'm busy." I say bringing my phone near the sink with me, pressing speaker and starting the dishes again.

“Busy?" He questions.

“Yeah."

“Wow, boyfriend controlling much?"

I sigh and look at my phone as if he were standing there. “He just doesn't like you, Tommy."

“I don't think this is fair. I've known you longer anyway."

“You also used to bully me. Don't give me that bull shit."

“I didn't bully you!"

“Tommy, think long and hard, I didn't get the nickname “Emo" from Chelsie!"

Flashback:
“Hey." Someone says poking my arm as I take books out my locker.

I don't reply, I just stare, not knowing what to say. At this time I was more quiet and reserved.

I look over to see Thomas Rickey. He wasn't known as Tommy at this point. He also wasn't on the football team. He was just the new cool sophomore that all the popular kids in the older grades liked.

“What you do to your hair?" He ask flipping it off my shoulder.

I look across the hall to see a group of boys, smiling and chuckling. I knew they were making fun of me.

“I… got it cut."

“Why? You look emo! Are you emo?" He says each word in disgust.

“No… I don't think so." I answer.

“Yes you are! Look at you! Do you cut yourself too?"

“No! I never have and never will!"

“Well you should." He advises. “Remember, vertical!" He then pushes my books out of my hand and slams my locker shut. “See ya around Emo!"

I huff as I watch him walk back to his crowd as they laugh historically.

It was enough having Chelsie pestering me all the time, now I have to deal with this kid?

End of Flashback

“Okay, so, I picked on you Sophomore year. But Junior and the beginning of this year, I forgot all about you, it doesn't even matter."

I roll my eyes. “What ever."

“Hey." He says to get my attention.

“What?" I huff.

“I'm sorry."

“I don't even care." I lie. “But I got to go."

“Okay. I'll see you in school."

“Bye."

“Bye."

I sigh as I fling my hands after putting the last dish in the dish washer.