You're Not Enough

Chapter 33

It's been about five minutes. Which, in any other case, may not seem like a long time, but when you're waiting on someone, five minutes seem like five hours. And that someone being Ryder makes these five minutes feel like five days.

The bathroom isn't that far, but I don't hear him talking. Is he whispering? Why did he even leave? It's just Ashely; he could've stayed. I wouldn't care if he talked to her in front of me. It is his girlfriend.

I continue to tap my pencil against the paper, anxiously counting the seconds that go past. I throw the paper down onto the table and head down the hall; I'll just check to see if he's okay. As I walk up to the bathroom door, I notice his feet moving back and forth from under the door. When I put my hand up to the door about to knock, I stop and put it back down.

Maybe I should just go back and wait for him; what if he's mad? What if he gets mad at me for rushing him?

Then again, he shouldn't get mad; this is my house. I get ready to knock on the door again, and before I can attempt to knock, the door flies open. His green eyes are filled with rage. I look down at his tattooed arm; his veins are showing through the black ink symbol. I've never seen a symbol like that before. I wonder what it means. "Are you okay?" I ask.

"I'm fine," he walks past me. I follow the tallboy down the hallway back into the living room.

"If you have to leave or you like... can't... be here, you can leave. I'll figure it out." I say.

"It's fine. Can we just get this done?" He sits back onto the couch.

...

"Okay, so we chose popular and unpopular; those are our modern-day Montague and Captures. So the million-dollar question. Why do we hate each other?"

He thinks and then says, "We hate each other because we come from two different worlds, I guess, and the unpopular hate us because they want to be us." He says with a light chuckle.

"And what makes you think that unpopular people wanna be like you?" I growl at his egotistic comment.

"I mean, who doesn't want to be popular? We are cool, rich, and good looking. And we throw kick-ass parties."

I squint my eyes. "You do realize that everything you just said makes you sound like an ass, right?"

"A popular ass." He throws back.

"You're right, and that's why the unpopular don't like you because none of you have substance or character," I explain. "You do whatever you want to whoever you want. And you guys don't understand how your actions affect everyone around you."

He looks at me and shrugs his shoulders. "I guess we don't." he simply says.

I shake my head and begin to write. The words are coming to me naturally. It's easy for me now because we have yet to get to the love part. I know that that will be the most difficult for me. But as for now, the words come to me naturally because I'm writing about the world I live in every day.

It's been about half an hour now, and I've written three chapters. Ryder reaches for the remote on the table and presses play on the movie. "What are you doing?" I ask him looking up from the paper.

"I'm watching a movie," he says.

I snatch the remote out of his hand and pause the movie back. "Uhh, we're working,"

"No, you're working. I'm not doing anything, and I'm bored." he reaches over and snatches the remote out of my hand again. I reach for the remote, but he moves it further away from me.

"Ryder!"

"What? I want to look at it. I've never seen it before." He says.

He must have got my house confused with a theater, "Well, you can go home and watch it on your own."