Me, Myself and I

40 - Because I say so

There he was, standing in front of me, huffing like a psycho and yet trying to look as if he had just walked instead of running here. That's why I don't run unless strictly necessary. I'm not about to have my veins all showing and my face get all red.

At that moment I considered him as a little shit who has just hurt my best friend. So, you know... the asshole was in it for a slap or two. Of course, he couldn't have known how much he would hurt Caroline, after all, 6 months are not 12 years. But 6 months like the ones they had, are more than enough to know the basis.

"Hey!" He was finally able to say.

Look, I know I'm an overly-dramatic bitch sometimes, but the guy suddenly texts me when he should be trying to talk to my best friend instead, doesn't wait for my reply, appears at my doorstep... and the first thing he has to say is "hey"? Honey, you better get ready for a slap.

But, you know what?! He's not even worth it! I just wish he would disappear. I got better things to worry about, like my broken-hearted best friend. Adam better get it over with, cause he's already getting on my nerves.

"I believe you have texted the wrong person, love."

Look, I know I'm not the most intimidating figure at first glance. I'm 5'4", curvy, and use my make-up in the most natural look possible (excluding my eyeliner). But, if you happen to get me on my bad side... bitch, you better run.

"No, I need to talk to you. Specifically. Is Caroline in there?" He asked trying to look inside. Yeah, now you ask for her... you piece of shit...

Oh, I'm sorry, am I being offensive? Well, maybe it's because he deserves it.

"Caroline and Miranda went downstairs to grab some snacks. Now, would kindly consider leaving my fucking doorstep?" I answered shortly after. For a short moment, you could sense some worry in his face, but quite frankly I don't even want to know why. But then, his expression turned into determination.

"No." He said. Excuse me, but what now? I think I can finally see why Caroline often finds him so annoying. He just doesn't quit, does he?

"I think you misunderstood me. That was an order. Goodbye, Adam." And just like that, I started closing the door. But the little shit was persistent and stepped his foot inside, almost crushing it.

"I need to talk to you. And I won't leave until you talk to me.
Actually talk to me." He sounded... authoritarian. And I for one did not like that. I opened the door with a glare ready, but then... I saw his face. Adam didn't seem confident or happy like he normally does. He seemed worried and confused... maybe even with himself. God, I know what that feels like...

I looked around as if to check if no one was paying attention to the scene. Fortunately, no one was. After all, no drunk person would care for two non-drunk people talking. And the floor was full of them.

I looked back at Adam with a sigh. "How much time do you think you'll need?"

There was a sudden relief in his expression and a slight smile came to his face. "I don't know. Maybe more than 5 minutes."

That was too much time. Caroline would come in at any second now and I wasn't about to have to explain to her why she shouldn't punch Adam in the face at that very moment. Maybe because I said I'd slap him myself if she didn't, but let's not get into details.

Suddenly, I felt like a countdown clock was right in front of my eyes and that when it hit 00:00, all hell would break loose. And I couldn't make it disappear. Oh, anxiety, my dear friend, how great of you to pop up when I least expected...

I didn't have enough me to think, so I figured I'd do the next best thing. "Well, Caroline will be back any minute now, so we don't have time. She and Miranda are going to watch some weird superhero anime tonight after dinner, so maybe then I can talk to you. But it's only a maybe."