I Am Unstoppable (Book 2)

Chapter Twenty Two: V is for Vicious

Tyler came to pick me up from her house. It took him a really long time to get here, since I didn't know the address and how exactly to get here. I just spent a good half hour sitting on the front steps of Alia's house, trying to come up with a valid reason to why the hell her parents don't like me.

Then again, she isn't supposed to date.

If I knew that, then I wouldn't have asked her out. I wouldn't have kissed her. I would've kept on hiding my affection for her.

But I didn't. Technically, this is all my fault. I'm just some self-centered, inconsiderate dumb ass.

To be honest with you, I was petrified to wake up this morning. I wasn't sure if Alia would be pissed at me. I tried texting her after I left her house, but she never answered any of my text messages. I tried calling her, but she didn't answer any of my calls. I even considered growing the balls to go back to her house to explain to her parents how I'm a good person and I would never harm Alia in any way.

My fear overcame me, though, so I spent the rest of the night trying to think of ways to just end the relationship with Alia, since clearly, things aren't working out and probably never will if her asshole parents keep on being assholes.

I can't do it, though. Seriously. I love her too much. I really do.

Her parents can kiss my ass.

That's right.

***

I throw on a black Nike t-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. I definitely look a lot different than like what I did a week ago, but I don't care. Today will most likely be a day of heartbreak-and who wants to dress up for that? It's not like it will be any easier if I dress up like I'm taking her out for dinner or something.

Tyler, of course, questions my attire. "Looks like someone just doesn't give a shit today."

I check out what Tyler's wearing, which isn't a step up from me-red t-shirt, black sweatpants, red socks, and black Nike sandals. His white iPhone 5C is noticeably shoved into his right side pocket.

"Look who's talking," I utter, putting my blue and orange backpack on my back and walking out of the house.

We get in his car and buckle our seat belts. As Tyler puts the keys in the ignition, he says suddenly, "Clearly, something is going on with you."

I pull my phone out of my pocket and check for any messages. None.

I speak up and respond to Tyler as I put my phone away. "I think I have to break up with Alia."

"Why?"

I sigh. "Her parents don't approve of her going out with me."

Tyler remains silent as we drive through a yellow light. "That's freaking ridiculous. Aren't her parents major assholes?"

I nod. "As major as they can get."

Tyler rolls his eyes as we reach a red light located about a mile away from the school. He glances at me when it's safe, still keeping a foot on the brake pedal. "It doesn't mean you have to dump her. Just try to work things out. Her parents are probably sorry-ass pricks who have nothing better to do with their lives than to screw up their teenage daughter's love life."

Geesh.

We reach the school eventually and get out of the car. Tyler hugs me tightly in the parking lot and mutters in my ear, "If you have to, cuss out her parents. If you call me, I'd be glad to do it for you."

That is exactly why I love Tyler to death.

I head into the cafeteria to grab a chocolate chip muffin, then head up the stairs to the third floor. He stays by my side, even when his best friend Jake approaches him to give him a tight hug (because he's in love with Tyler). Jake pats my back and greets me with a friendly "Good morning, Little Macedo", which is something he usually says to me.

If he hugged me, then I would've walked away and ditched him. Jake is a really nice person-don't get me wrong. I just don't want to deal with more guys.

I haven't seen Alia yet, which is quite shocking. Every morning, like myself, she walks around the school to kill some time. Not seeing her scares me.

When there's about three minutes left of freedom before I'm late, I leave Tyler and Jake to get to class on time. I have English first-my favorite class.

Sarcasm.

I walk into the class, grabbing a paper out of the plastic tray located on the side. The first person I see is Alia, sitting down at our usual seat in the back.

I sit down to her right and hug her tightly. "Good morning, beautiful."

She glances at me and frowns. "Hi."

Without making it obvious, when no one is paying attention, I kiss her lips softly. "What happened yesterday?"

Alia unexpectedly smiles, sitting up. "Well, they kept on telling me that you look like a punk and that you're probably only going out with me to 'please your sexual desires', which I know is complete bullshit. Then, they told me that we have to split up."

I sigh with disappointment, looking down at the floor. "Oh."

"But," Alia continues, "screw them. I'm going to be your girlfriend and you're going to be my boyfriend, whether they like it or not."

A smile grows on my face. "Your mother is a freaking bitch, by the way."

Alia instantly blurts, "She's not my mother, she's my satanic stepmother."

Clearly, she's offended. Oops.

"Well, your 'satanic stepmother' is a bitch."

"I know," Alia says with a smile. "Hate her. Want her to die. Sounds mean, but I really don't care." She wraps her arm around me and kisses my cheek. "Anyone who thinks that about you is automatically a bitch."

I giggle as she adds, "You're my man, and you'll always will be. No one's stopping me."