Intertwined

Chapter 13: Mornings with Anastasia

Lucas's P.o.V.-

Today makes the second week I have rode to school with Anastasia. We have made it a routine to stop by Dunkin' Donuts every Thursday. After the first couple of days of us both being quiet assholes, we both decided we might as well make the best out of our mornings and be friendly. Once we started talking we realized we actually had alot in common with each other. Our tastes in music our very similar, which I found out by the fact that her radio actually does work. Bitch. She enjoys sports but doesn't play anymore and so do I. Although our major difference is our home lives.

Last week on Friday:

"So why exactly can't your parents just take you to school?" Anastasia asks on the drive to school.

"Well you see its complicated. My dad never was able to get his licenses, and my mom is in the military so I haven't seen her since I was three." I say hiding some of the truth such as how my dad's drinking is the reason behind why he doesn't have his licenses. I also don't want her to find me not having my shitty mom around as a reason for pity.

"That must suck." she says poking out her bottom lip in a sad face.

"It's cool I guess." I say.

She then smiles while turning on Landslide by Fleetwood Mac which she says is her all time favorite song, even though she seems to have a new one every day. She starts dancing around and pretends as if she is playing the drums despite the song being a slower song. In that moment, as I watched her dance around and sing dramatically, something changed. I looked at her in a different light then when we first met. She has never been a bitch; she is a wild, carefree, lost girl. And man is she beautiful.

Present Day:

Anastasia is running late to pick me up this morning and I am honestly starting to wonder if we are going to make it to school on time. After another five minutes I finally see her car about half a mile away. I get in the car expecting her to greet me and explain why she is late but I get nothing.

"For a second there you had me thinking you werent coming." I half-joke.

"Sorry." she says with no emotion what so ever.

Something must be wrong. Did I do something?

"An, are you okay?" I ask her concerned.

"Could you just cut the act. We aren't friends so stop acting like we are. I am only being nice to you for the sake of not having to deal with your attitude in the morning!" she snaps.

I have never felt more hurt and mad than I feel in this instant.

"Oh really. Then I dont need you to drive me anywhere. Matter of fact I dont need your friendship. You aren't nothing but a spoiled bitch who doesn't know shit about real pain." I say letting my anger override my concern for her.

I am so used to people using me and leaving that I have gotten pretty cold to building relationships. She then pulls the car over and unlocks the door.

"Get the fuck out my car!" she says in tears.

We were about twenty minutes to the school, meaning it would take me about forty minutes to actually get to the school. I get out the car without argueing and she speeds off without looking back. I decide to just walk back to my house which is only ten minutes away. When I get back to the trailer I notice my dad isnt there. I throw my bag on the couch and go over to the fridge. I open the door and slam it back in fury. I grab one of the many liquor bottles lying everywhere and chug it. I search for another one and sip on it. I go into my room and lock the door. I put my headphones in and let the alcohol take over.