Bad Girl

nine: sloppy kisses

"Do you like PromWell High School?" I asked Ace. Ace shrugged carelessly as he sat on my bed, with his hands stuffed in his hoodie pocket. I was sat on my spinning chair, using my foot to twirl me round and round, until I got dizzy and stopped.

"It's alright. My dad doesn't care what I do. He's just a crazy drunk father who has no care for me so I can do whatever I want like bunking- hell I could drop out of school, and he wouldn't give two shits, so I don't mind any school honestly," Ace muttered, leaning back with his hands behind his head. I was fairly surprised with everything he was willing to tell me.

He sighed and then peered at me, staring at him. His eyes were somehow sad when he talked about his father.

"Well, what about your mother?" I asked him, hoping the concersation would turn happier.

It didn't.

His eyes turned dark and I could tell I'd hit a soft spot in him. I bit my lip anxiously. Did I ruin it? He didn't answer and I knew I shouldn't have carried on but I was curious. My instinct told me to so I just listened to it.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked him, raising a brow. I stopped the spinning chair from spinning and got off my seat, wobbling a little. Once I had recovered from my dizziness, I walked over to my bed and sat down on the end, whereas he sat near my pillows at the top of my bed.

He sighed again and sat up, staring at my face. His eyes scanned my expression, as I waited for him to answer.

He took a deep breath in and muttered something. "I can't believe I'm telling you this. I haven't even told her about this and I've known her for all my life."

"What?" I asked him, blinking several times to process what he'd just said. "Who the hell is her?"

Ace didn't answer that, instead he asked me a question with a straught face. "Do you want me to answer about my mum, or what?"

I thought about it. After a minute or so of silence, I answered him. "Both, your mum first."

Ace nodded. And didn't meet my eye. "My mum was fighting with my father-- about the cost of her surgeries and chemotherapy."

"Surgery? Chemotherapy? For what?" I asked him, feeling worried. I wasn't sure I was ready to hear what he was to tell me. My life was always perfect-- nothing about worries about the cost of anything -- or surgery or chemotherapy or any other therapy, other than cough syrup from my mum's friend's pharmacy.

He groaned and sighed. "Shut up and wait for me to explain," he said, giving me look.

I sank back, feeling anxious, and kept quiet and waited for him to carry on. "My mum has lung cancer. I don't know what they did for the surgery but I know that nothing changed and that she was put on chemotherapy. Anyway, my dad wanted to pay for the cost with his hard owned work, but my mother doesn't want him to. She refuses to take anything."

I stared at Ace as he poured his heart out to me. "My dad normally gets drunk, so when he was drunk, he got really angry at my mum for not accepting the money, even after he'd paid for it. He had sobered up his act for a few months and she'd jusy refused it, like that. So he just flipped and they've been avoiding each other since the night you saw me smoking and we shared our names."

I placed my hand on his knee for comfort and I could feel his body as he tensed up. I raised my eyebrow at him and removed my hand from his knee. He looked away, at the windows and not at me.

"I'm sorry Ace," I murmured, grabbing his attention. Even though I knew he was listening, he certainly wasn't looking at me. When he finally did though, I saw his eyes glisten in the light. He was hurt.

I frowned and peered at his face a little closer. If I had moved an inch further close to his face, our noses would be practically touching. I could hear as his breath fanned over my skin.

"I can't take it anymore. I can't take that feeling that's living inside of me. I know my mum is going to die is a couple of months. Just a couple of months, cupcake and she'll be dead. All because she refuses to take the chemo and the money and everything. She wants my dad and I to use the money for something else."

I blinked. I didn't really know how to answer things like that. "Why don't you go and check up on her? Make every moment last?" I suggested glumly to him. He sighed and rubbed his temple, not looking at my gaze that was focused on him.

"I'm going to go to my bedroom now. My mum's probably asleep in her bedroom or in the living room sleeping couch. Dad gets the bedroom most of the time," Ace muttered getting off my bed. He walked over to the window sill and I watched as he climbed through it, his other foot reaching his window and he heaved his body into his bedroom. "Bye cupcake, I'll be sleeping. I need some time to think. I'm sorry."

I wondered how he could be thinking while sleeping. I was surprised to everything he just said. I couldn't believe he'd just told me that.

Just as he was getting into his bed (I could see from here) a scream was coming from outside. Not a scream of help but a scream of 'oh my god you are adorable!' My ears perked up to the screeching sound and it sounded like a crazy teenager was heading inside Ace's house.

Ace sat on his bed, staring at his bedroom door. Probably waiting for it to burst open. And it did. The girl was blonde, her hair pulled back into a messy bun. Her legs stretched on forever and she had this smiley look on her face. I pulled the blinds closed half way when she climbed onto his bed. Confusion filled my brain and I almost fell off my bed.

She sat on him. She sat on him! And I frowned with a not-so-good feeling bubbling inside my stomach.

I hid behind the curtain when I saw her give Ace a mouth to mouth activity. Ace responded back by kissing her and then they were in a make out on his bed. What the hell? What the hell? Did he not remember I was right here?

He did. He pushed her off and walked to the window.

I was wondering what he was about to do when he pulled the curtains shut closed so I had no view. I had to say I was glad he closed it, because I was about to shut mine. He hadn't closed his windows though, so all I heard were sloppy kisses before I slammed my window shut and blasted music through my earphones.