I walked into the house seeing my mother and father sitting on the couch.
"Wow. I thought you were in your room this whole time." My dad says to me without breaking eye contact with the tv. I just ignored him and continued up the steps. My phone started to ring in my hand and of course it was Johnny. I finally give in and answer.
"What do you want?"
"Why the fuck haven't you been answering Me?"
"I would really like to know who you're talking to."
"I'm sorry... I've just been trying really hard to get you to talk to me."
"I know it's annoying as fuck. If you want to say something say it now I was in the middle of a call."
"Can you tell me what I did wrong so I can fix this?"
"The fact that you don't see what you did is why I'm not talking to you."
And with that I hung up. I'm honestly really getting fed up with him. He always finds a way to fuck up my life when I start feeling better. I decided to head to the bathroom before I call Shania. I grabbed my toothbrush and brush the back of my tongue. I kept doing it until my stomach was empty. I heard a knock on the door.
"Aaliyah!"
I quickly flushed the toilet and tried to wash my face and hands as fast as I could. I opened the door and my mom was standing there.
"Why were you in there for so long?"
"I was pooping. Is that okay with you?"
"Mhmm." She said as she walked into the bathroom. I walked back into my room with an attitude. I don't know why I was so irritated but I was. The whole encounter pissed me off. I just wanted to go to sleep. I changed into something more comfortable and laid in my bed until I fell asleep.
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I woke up at midnight to the sound of my phone ringing. It was Johnny again.
"What do you want?"
"Come outside I want to talk."
"No."
"Please Aaliyah. Seriously I want to know why you're so mad at me."
"No."
"I know your parents are home. I'll bang on the door until someone comes and answers."
"I don't care, do what you have to do."
"Aaliyah please. 15 minutes and then I'll leave you alone."
".... 10 minutes and then I'm coming back in the house."
"Deal." With that I hung up. I reluctantly got up and slipped on some slippers and a sweater. I knew that I was gonna regret doing this later, but I pushed all the bad things that could happen from this to the back of my mind and walked down the steps and out the front door. There he was, parked on the curb in front of my house. I got into the back seat, just to be petty.
"Why are you in the backseat?"
"9 minutes and 58 seconds."
"Ok ok ok." Then the awkward silence comes. Why am I here if he's not gonna say anything to me. And don't worry, I was still keeping count.
" 8 minutes and 54 seconds. Damn you really don't value my time."
"I'm Sorry okay ? Maybe it would be a little easier for me to apologize to you if you told me what I did wrong."
"You Literally told me you weren't with Victoria just so you could fuck me. And then that same night I view her Snapchat story and you're all over it."
"Aaliyah I promise you I'm not with her, she just can't get over me."
"I'm sure she can get over you Johnny, your dick isn't that good."
"Ouch! That hurt." He says wincing and grabbing his chest.
"Whatever. Are we done here? Because I'd much rather be in my bed."
"No, we're not done." He says as he climbs into the backseat
"Look, I'm sorry okay ? I'm a fucked up human being, I don't consider your feelings at all and it's not right. I want you to know that I really do care about you and I don't like it when you're mad at me... I want to be with you. You know that right?"
"Ha! Funny."
"Aaliyah I'm serious, I really want to be with you." He says as he rubs my thigh. This is starting to feel very familiar.
"I don't know why I keep messing around with Victoria. I promise you that I will end everything with her and be with you. I don't want to be with her anymore. I want you."
"Wow... You know, any other time that speech you just made would have worked and we'd be fucking back here... It's not working anymore Johnny. Everything you just said I've already heard come from your mouth and look where we are right now." I wasn't even thinking when I spoke, the words were just flying out and I never really realized how over him I was. Maybe it was the confidence I got from being with Christopher today... I don't know but for some reason it felt so good to let this all out. Johnathon looked like he'd just been hit by a bus of emotions. I can't tell if it's sincere or not... but I don't really care.
"I'm not gonna keep dealing with this anymore. I'm over it. Being around you makes me so tense and so stressed out that I feel like ripping my hair out. I can't keep doing this." I opened the car door and left I walked back into the front door and peeled out of the living room window. He was still sitting there in the backseat with a blank expression. I went back up the steps and into my room. I can't keep letting him use me. I'm not taking it anymore.
