Something About You..

Chapter 3: Home

Walking in to the only comfort zone I have, it's the most basic set up. When you walk in, the bed is pressed up against the wall. It's a queen sized bed with those really big bulky headboards, the bed set is all black. Walls are painted purple with posters of bands racked up. Family pictures framed sitting on the night stands on both sides of the bed. A 65" tv hooked up to the wall with an Xbox one set up strategically in front of the bed. Pushing my frustration deep down, setting the food and snacks on the nightstand as the phone starts vibrating violently.
"Now what?" pulling the phone out to see the caller ID. "Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me"
I hit the green phone "Hello"
"Hey, what took you so long to answer? Been texting you about a thousand times babe. You're not, like, mad at me are you?" Sasha, sounding extra whiney towards the end.
"If I am, would you finally grow up?" The words slip out on accident. Quickly she gasps and switch's to victim.
"You really gonna say that? Are you fucking kidding me? You were clearly walking Alex home and that's like an all time no no. Maybe you should explain, Danny." I could imagine the quick arm crossing over her stomach holding the phone to her ear like a diva would. She is one at least.
"I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore Sasha. I'm not cheating on you and it's not like you give a damn about us anyway. It's not me, it's totally you. Don't call, text, or see me again. Night"
Can't click the red phone quick enough.
Tossing my phone onto the bed, I curl up on it. The surroundings are the same but never really feel like a home. It's a place with stuff in it. Mom always did try to get the best she could afford but she's been away more than here. The longer she was gone the less I missed her.. until lately. Looking at the pictures neatly tucked away of my mom and I. She always did have a wonderful smile. "Why do you always have to be gone"
One of the worst fears I've ever had was being alone as a child.. Now, that's my comfort. Mom tends to stay out partying, drinking, doing drugs, and dating men. She hops from man to man, collecting their "spare change" then comes home for a few days when she's looking for the next man to fuck over.  My breathing gets heavier with each thought of her, startling me back to reality. Letting out a soft sigh, I grab my phone.
I learned something from Sasha though, classroom cutie is named Alex.. Everyone knows if you want to learn about someone, check their Facebook profile. It's not too hard to find anyone and since we got to the same school when the name Alexandria Lifton pops up with a few mutual friends, something made me search the profile. There, in a stunningly firm fitting white lace dress, with pastel pink plump lips and a beautiful Smokey black eyeshadow, her long hair curled down to her lower back, with her bangs braided and clipped back, she looked breathtaking. Her skin which is golden tan, looks almost smooth and creamy. The dress stops right at her mid thigh, showing off her surprisingly shiny and sexy legs. She was standing in a flower field, obviously oblivious to who ever was taking the picture because she wasn't wearing a fake smile, she was actually happy, looking in the distance.

A faint sting of jealousy shot through my mind, someone else got to see her that beautiful that day, and in person. Realizing how bazaar it is to feel this way, I lock my phone and turn to the Xbox. Pulling the controller over. Think I'm gonna play Dead by Daylight.

A few hours go by, it's a little after 7pm and boredom hits but as I put the controller down, I hear knocking down stairs at the front door. Startled, I jump up opening the nightstand draw grabbing my pocket knife, I slid it and my phone into the my pockets then head down to the front door.

Checking the windows, I see Sasha standing there, pouting at the sight of me. I rub my face hoping the newly formed headache that suddenly appeared would go away.. opening the door ajar, using my body to block her view inside.
She sighs and scuffs her heal on the step demanding power "Are you gonna let me in or..?" She held up her hand in that very diva wtf way and I just shake my head.
"No can do. Don't wanna dea.." before I finish she pushes the door into me forcing me to back up, creating her way in and it kind of impressed me. She had flare for a bitch.
"Don't even, Danny. You're not getting away that quickly. We're going to talk" she sits at the kitchen table in the corner, it's a small square one with two chairs. No ones ever used it before. Weird to see someone sit there. She sits proper, crossing her legs. I couldn't help notice she's wearing a tight mini dress with a cropped denim jacket. She over did herself.
"Wear you going dressed like that?" I scowl, it's not for me, it never is.
She pitched her head up on her hands leaning on the table and acted shocked mockingly "Oh no! Your girl is pretty, who for?" She leans back again "For me, who ever else I want too. Why did you pretend to dump me, jerk. What I even do now?"

Watching her body movements when she talks is like watching a sitcom. Her actions are over dramatic and exaggerated, it's as if her personality is something she learned to show off instead of developed. Oh well.
"Leave." I stated blankly. Staring into her eyes, her steal eyes matching mine.
"Why?" She stares angrily this time. She's actually annoyed but she shows sadness. I think she might have actually liked me.. huh, this will be fun.
"You and I are not gonna work. To keep it short, you annoy me, you're behavior is shit and you're more plastic than a Barbie. -stepping closer, closing the space between us, leaning in towards her- Between you and I... you're only a good fuck. Which makes sense, it's all you do." I step back smirking to which she stood up and slapped me.
Before I could react she was pushing me out of the way. "Ow, bitch" I mumble, a little too loud, she turned around with tears in her eyes and I instantly feel guilty, hugging her. Shit, that was a moment of weakness.

She pulls me closer crying against me as I hold her.. she was hurt and I'm sorry but the words don't leave my mouth. Instead we stand there. Letting her cry. This is what brought us together in the first place. I was being my usual dickhead self and she was hurt, being feisty while holding in tears.

Sasha isn't that awful if you know her on a personal level. Yes, she is bitchy, if she doesn't like you. If she does, you'll know. She's just very selfish and self obsessed, she likes things her way and that's it. She gets hurt often. We met at a party, one I never thought about going to but my friends at the time forced me. We all got really fucked up and a truth or dare landed Sasha and I upstairs in someone's bed. She threw up 5 minutes after and I helped her get home. Since then we've hung out here and there and we kind of grew into a weird friendship (clearly, with benefits) then it turned into dating. It's been about a year but her attitude has gotten worse and she's shut me out. Hmm.. wonder why she did that to Alex today..

"Why?" I pull away holding her by her hips.. "Why did you do that today to Alex?"
She froze.