Angel

06

Arabella's POV -

I've been sitting on my goddamn floor for over twenty minutes, just staring into blank fucking space.

I can't believe everything got that intense and heated and he just denied everything. You can't fucking deny what happened between us.

I shake my head slightly, trying to understand everything that happened, this whole situation has mind fucked me.

Maybe Becca knows how to help. No. That's a shitty idea. She'd try and beat his ass .. although .. No. That's a bad idea.

I pick myself up from the floor, standing up straight. Not caring about what I look like, I open my door quietly, trying to see who was around.

Im not in the fucking mood to deal with moms uptight bitchy attitude or dads over confident asshole attitude.

I sound like such a bitch. I love them don't get my wrong, but I'm seventeen for fucksake! They don't have to treat me like a three year old.

I close my door, trying to make the least amount of noise as possible.

I have no idea where Becca or Harry was, but honestly I don't want to know either.

I don't have a reason to be a bitch to Becca but she's going to try and pry as much information out of me as possible.

But Harry on the other hand, I have the right to unleash Satan to him. I just can understand who you can lead me on in that small amount of time and act like nothing ever happened.

This Is throwing my head for a loop. Never mind a loop, I'm on a fucking roller coaster that just makes you wanna hop off the bitch and never lay your eyes on it again. I can't believe that I'm metaphorically talking about a fucking roller coaster.

I walk down the stairs, trying to miss the few that squeak quietly. The house is quiet, really quiet. I'm used to it because mom and dad are always working. But Becca and I are normally hanging out and binge eating while watching pizza in the living room.

Becca is the best friend / sister you could ever ask for. She actually cares for stuff like her grades and morals in life but she also knew how to have a good time.

The memory's that Becca and I have are ones that will last until death.

I can't even count the amount the memories that we have, like When mom started yelling at us because we continuously talked about Ebola. When we went roller skating and she fell down on a wall like a stripper. Or tying our matching hoodies together in the mall while yelling Marco and random people replying with 'polo'. Or even when we went to amusement parks and she got me over my fear of heights .. For the most part.

*flashback*

"Come one Arabella ! Don't be a little bitch about this! We're not going to back for a while ! Get on it !" Becca orders while pushing me towards the terrifying death machine.

" Um .. No thanks. Ya see .. I'm not really feeling well and these things aren't really my thing. But you go right ahead ! I'll wait here." I say smiling, trying to convince Becca.

"No. You're not going to pussy out of this. Let's go." Becca says while pulling me into the que for the 'fun ride'.

"Please. Please please let me out. I don't want to go on this please I'm not feeling well." I plea to the guy checking my buckle for the roller coaster.

"Okay, sure." He says while pulling on to my safety harness. Little did I know that he was checking to make sure it was connected. "Just kidding you'll be fine." He says smugly while stepping off on the floor that was sinking down.