Learning to be Sister's [discontinued]

Azeala Five

Even though everything had happened over the weekend, Azeala still hadn't cooled off. She was pissed at Ford, how could he do that to her? How could he cheat on her and with her soon to be sister. Not only was she mad at that, she was mad at herself for believing the lying asshole.

How could she have been so stupid?

Why wasn't she good enough? She didn't understand. She was cheer captain, smart, and didn't nag him. Isn't that what a good girlfriend does? She trusted Ford and look how far that got her.

She had trusted her father too and now he was gone with some bottle blonde bitch without a backward glance. She should've learned the first time but it seems like she never did.

It was bad enough that she had woken up to Fords pissed of texts and voice mails, to which she replied, 'you're lucky I didn't fuck up your car for good by pouring sugar into your gas tank', but he also come over to her house to apologize — if you count 'I'm didn't think you'd find out, sorry,' as an apology.

Azeala sure as hell didn't.

To top it off, it was Monday and she would not only have to see Ford today but Anastasia too.

Did she mention that there things were being sent over to the apartment all weekend and she supposed the only reason Anastasia and Mike hadn't come over was because the two adults had decided to let the girls fight blow over.

As if.

The logical part of her brain said that it wasn't Ana's fault but the part that was hurting said that Ana should've know. Azeala had mentioned him before in previous conversations. Could Ana not put two and two together?

After all, how many people are named Ford? A fucking car.

Getting Ready for school, she had made sure to dress immaculately. She had pulled on fitted all black jeggings, a soft creamed colored top that had lace running down the sides and her 'screw you' black pumps.

She was feeling good as she slid into her Jet-Blue car, checking in the mirror to see if her winged eye liner hadn't smudge and her curls hadn't messed up.

Azeala wanted had to look perfect, even when she wanted to call it a day with Kloe and bury herself in her room with Netflix and ice cream.

But she couldn't because she wasn't weak. Only one person had made her weak and he was gone, she wouldn't let it happen.

She was going to make Ford regret leaving her. She had to.

Leaving her Camaro walking up the stairs to the school, she could feel some peoples eyes on her. After she had changed her relationship status to single and wrote a little note saying 'fuck you', her phone had blown up with texts and calls. Everyone wanting to know what was wrong.

As if they gave a shit.

So she blew them off because she could afford to. Now though, she would have to deal with the questions of others. She couldn't pretend she was out or that she didn't get the text, she had to deal with these people.

The girls wondering if she was okay. Secretly happy that for once something in her life wasn't so perfect — If only they knew.

And the boys, wondering if she was ready to date someone else. She was tempted to accept their offers, if only to get Ford jealous and to remind him she didn't need him, but it felt like she did. She didn't though, she had to remember that

She didn't need anyone except her mother.

She was walking up the steps when she spotted something she wasn't prepared for. Ford stood leaning against the stone wall with his neck bent and kissing a brunette who she recognized as a Jane.

She couldn't help it, she laughed. She laughed like she hadn't laughed in a long time, until tears came out. It was bitter but she couldn't help it, even as people stopped to look at her.

When Ford broke away from the girl, he had his jaw set tight.

"What's so funny?"

"A freshman Ford? I didn't know you were into jail bait." She smirked at him and continued walking inside.

It felt like the tears were from more than laughing.