Story Of A Lonely Girl

Thirteen

-Lucifer's Point Of View-

I hopped off the bus and walked a couple of blocks to reach my house. By the time I got on the bus, it was starting to rain, so you can guess I'm fucking freezing my wet ass off by walking these two blocks to my house without an umbrella. How the fuck was I supposed to know it was gonna rain this bad?

I stepped on my new front porch, knocking twice on my new door of my new house.

No response. Not even after ringing the damn doorbell. I'm sorry- my new doorbell.

I guessed my mom wasn't home, which was weird- she used to always be home when I got back from school in Texas. Maybe her hour shifts changed a lot this year. Maybe she doesn't even want to see me now. Who knows?

I decided to jump our fence which led to our backyard, and hopefully, the door facing the backyard would be open. That's right, you guessed it- my new back yard! I'm sick of Cali and all I wanna do is go back to my hometown.

I threw my backpack the other way over the fence and with 15 minutes of lame attempts on jumping it, I finally managed to get the other way over the fence with a few scrapes on my thighs.

Well, the door that lead to the backyard was locked so I was thinking this idea was hella stupid. Luckily I was tall enough to reach my window and finally barge into my own house. I felt like an unexperienced burglar by having to do all this shit to get into my own house.

(Mental note: tell mother to make me a copy of her front door keys.)

I finally climbed the my bedroom window- soaking wet by the rain, and with scrapes and bruises all over my body because of this last obstacle. I felt awful for burglars who barge into houses; this shit hurts, they deserve a prize for doing this; I mean, my body's gonna hurt for at least a week and they do this for a living? Fucking hell.

Once in, I showered and enjoyed single every second of the hot water trailing down my neck and spine. I deserved at least a hot sprinkle after all the shit I've been receiving this past week. I'm mad. I'm sad. I'm tired. Defeated. I feel empty right now; I can't cry no matter how depressed I'm feeling, neither can I smash an expensive lamp against a wall no matter how angry I am.

I rinsed my hair as the thoughts all came back to me. That Holly; was she trying to make me jealous? No I don't think so, why would she even? She doesn't even know me. On the other hand; why didn't Tom say anything? Does he still feel something for Holly? Do I even feel something for Tom? No it can't be. We barely know each other. And I don't believe in love. I've never even been in a relationship. I've never even been kissed before in my life, but that's a secret only my best friend knows. Speaking of her, I'm considering on giving her a call right after I finish bathing.

Calling her would be a great idea in a moment like this. I'd hate to throw my shit at her, but to be honest, she's the only one who's always been there for me. As you can see, not even my mom hints that I'm going through all of this.

After I turned the hot water off, I grabbed two towels- the white one for my head, and i the one with My Little Ponys on it, on my body. As I changed into dry clothes I gave her a call.

Two rings.

"Hello?" said the familiar voice.

"Agus oh my gosh, you're alive!"

"Luc-OH MY GOD IT'S YOU, I THOUGHT YOU HAD ALREADY FORGOTTEN ABOUT ME."

"What the fuck dude, I would never. And it's only been a week, chill Agus!"

"Maybe I'm exaggerating everything, but I really really miss you and you have no idea how much."

"I relate." I said huffing a sigh of defeat mixed with sadness.

"Hey what's wrong Luce? Did I miss anything?

"You know me too well and I hate you for that, Agus."

"Haha, c'mon. You're hiding something and I can't help you if you don't tell me!"

I could almost hear her pretending to pout over the phone "Okay so, you see, I met this guy at school yesterday- well actually we literally bumped into each other."

"Oooh!"

"Don't oooh me, he's still attached to his ex-girlfriend I guess."

"Why do you say that, Luce?"

"Well today he told me about going to Starbucks with him after detention, it was his way to kind of apologize for bumping into me."

"Wait. He got detention?"

"No, I did."

"What?"

"Yes, long story."

"Oh."

"Wait shut up and let me finish." I said, and she laughed, "Okay so I went to Starbucks with him basically to get to know each other better. He kept mentioning his slutty ex-girlfriend and how she cheated on him with a guy in the school football team. Long story short, the kid I met, his name is Tom, appeared to be mad at her for cheating on him; but guess what?"

"Ugh, he's still dating her?" she replied.

"Yes-WAIT WHAT? ARE YOU INSANE? NO!"

"Oh, nevermind. Continue."

"We met her ex, Holly, at Starbucks, I mean she fucking saw Tom and started hugging him and spreading her slutty germs all over him." I said, causing her to chuckle a bit. "Then she fucking invited him to a party she was hosting at her house! He said he wasn't interested but I'm sure he will fucking go and end up drunk at that damn party. Anyways, after that, she left saying she missed Tom but he just sat there lost in his thoughts. He didn't even talk to me, so I decided to leave Stabucks and fucking come back hom-"

"Lucifer! Dude you're talking way too fast, chill out a bit. You sound kinda tired, and hella paranoid may I say."

"Well, maybe I am tired, but I'm sure as hell that I'm not paranoid."

"Girl, this guy took you out and wanted to know more about you. At least I think he cares."

"He can go make out with his little 'Holly', he's fine without me. And I know that he doesn't even care because I left Starbucks and didn't even say a word."

"Hmm, make out with his little 'Holly', do I sense some jealousy, Lucybear?"

"Shut your piehole, Agus."

"Haha whatever. Luce I'm sorry but I've gotta go eat dinner, oh but hey there's this new thing I discovered on the Internet where you can chat and make videocalls for free; it's called 'Messenger' or something like that. We can chat there whenever you need me okay, hun?"

"Okay okay. I love you, A!"

"Love you too, take care. Bye."

"Same, bye."

And with that, we both hung up.

I threw my phone on the nightside table and fell on my bed defeated by my tiredness. I didn't realize I was crying until my head rested on my pillow. I soon felt my eyelids heavy as I drifted off to sleep, not bothering to blowdry my hair or let myself in my bed.