“What?” He furrows his brow, his eyes not leaving the road. “When you said that people were talking about me—behind my back…?” He starts laughing, making me give him a questioning look.
“You’re still on that?!” He grins. “Yes, because unlike you, I care what people think of me.” I snap, his grin disappearing. “Oh, but sweetheart I do care. I just don’t care if they think I’m an asshole.” I furrow my brow.
“That was a very contradicting statement.” He briefly looks over to me as we stop at a red light. “How so?”
“You say you care what people think of you, but you don’t care what people think of you…”
“I don’t care if people think I’m an asshole, I do care if people think of me as a psycho murderer though.” I shake my head slightly, not understanding his logic as the light turns green.
“It’s the next left-”
“I got it.” I shut my mouth, not saying anything for a minute, and then remembering my original question. “Do they?” He rolls his eyes, looking at me with an obviously fake smirk, “no sweetheart, they don’t.”
I give him a disgusted face at his tone. “I don’t believe you.” I say, him scoffing at me, “That sounds like a personal problem.” I frown and look out of my window, seeing tons of trees fly by the closer we get to my neighborhood.
“Why are you so rude…?” I say quietly, hearing him laugh as I look at him. “You’re obviously a brat who’s had everything given to her and loves to get attention in any way possible. You are silently a pretty fucked up person, but you always put on this mask as if your perfect. I don’t see a reason to be nice to you.”
I leave my mouth open as I gape at his rude words, un-buckling my seatbelt. “I don’t want you driving me home.” I mutter, him coming to a stop as I open the door to his truck.
“Fine! Have a nice walk.” He doesn’t wait a second after I hop out to race down the road, dirt flying from the road. “FUCK YOU!” I scream, giving his disappearing truck my middle finger.
I look to my left at a passing mother gaping at me, covering her little boys ears. “He’s going to learn it eventually!” I scream, too pissed off to apologize. The mother gives me a nasty look and picks up her child, speed walking away.
“Fucking bitch…” I mutter as I start to walk again. Luckily, I wasn’t too far away now, only about a block away. I can’t believe he said all those things about me! The nerve he had to act like he knew my life and everything about me when all he has done since he’s ‘met’ me is insult me.
Worst of all, most of the things he said were true, but that doesn’t give him a right to say that or act like he knows me!
I am fuming with anger as I turn the corner and see my house in the distance. Ah, sweet relief. I pick up my pace as I reach the driveway and pad up the walkway.
I reach our door and unlock it, letting out a huge sigh of relief when I see my living room. I run to the couch and crash, almost passing out from all the drama from today. I feel my eyelids getting slowly heavier and heavier until I let sleep take-over my body sending me into an emotionless state.
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“Sage, honey?” I lazily open my eyes and see my mother hovering over me. “Hey mom…” I sit up, ignoring my internal pleas to go back to sleep. “Hey sweetheart, how was your first day?” I roll my eyes and groan, her giving a worried look as she sits next to me.
“I don’t wanna talk about it.” I say, her hesitating before nodding. “Alright, I’ll leave you alone then.” I watch her as she gets up and walks off, her pumps making clicking noises on the tile.
I stand up and stretch, feeling my back pop as I moan in pain. I scratch my back the best I can and walk up the stairs, feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket as I reach the top.
I take it out and study the screen, lighting up when I see who it’s from.
I quickly answer it and hold it up to my ear. “Hey James!” I chirp, attempting not to sound like I was just taking a nap in the middle of the day.
I hear his heavy breathing on the other end. “Shayne, I need to ask you a favor…” I smile to myself as I walk into my room, closing the door firmly. “Okay, shoot.” I hear a pause on the other line.
“James?”
“Okay, so I really, really like this girl…” I frown for a second, but then can’t help but smile at the thought of him liking me. “Okay…” I almost plea for him to go on, him taking a deep breath and continuing.
“Well, the problem is…is that I’m not sure if she likes me back.” I can almost tell it’s definitely about me since he hasn’t given a name or any details.
My heart flutters as I take a shaky breath. “Why do you think that…?” He seems deep in thought as he’s silent again for a second. “I-I don’t know, she just hasn’t made a move yet, and I’m worried that I might be too late now…”
My heart is racing as I think about him and everything we could do as a couple…dating, holding hands, kissing at night…
“Why don’t you make the first move then?” I bravely ask, smirking to myself. He chuckles. He takes almost a full minute to respond. “Okay, I will. I’ll ask her out tomorrow morning. In the gym.”
I can’t help the wide smile that spreads across my face as I think about tomorrow, saying a quick ‘ok’ and hanging up.
I jump up from my bed and start jumping around in too much excitement. I was finally going to get asked out by James, the one I’ve loved since freshmen year and have liked since seventh grade.
This was the highlight of my day, by far. Especially since the rest of it was utter crap.
I wonder if James knew what I was trying to say last period? Is that why he finally got the courage to tell me that, and ask me out tomorrow?
Thoughts are overflowing my brain as I think about how he’ll do it. Will he get me flowers? Or anything special? My heart leaps as I think about different scenarios that me and James could go through and find myself back on my bed, staring at the ceiling.
“I love you…” I whisper, hoping that somehow, James would hear it and repeat it to me.
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*Kisses everyone who reads*
-Arwen
