Looking For You

Chapter 37 - Everything

Chapter 37 - Everything

“Amethyst Hails! How dare you speak to me like that! And this conversation has not ended!” Now it’s my turn to do the same.

I gasp, knitting my eyebrows together. How dare she call me by my full name? Let alone my real first name! That name is the one thing I hate about myself, and I demanded to not be called that, and here Tibby is having the cheek to call me Amethyst in this time. My face goes red, mirroring her expression as she celebrates her strong comeback. This is what I feared our conversation would come to; yelling and screaming over things that can be solved in simple terms. Instead we’re dragging it on and making each other feel bad for ourselves, bringing out our inner egos.

“Tabitha Carter!” I spit back, balling up my fists on the side of my body. Tibby’s real name isn’t used like mine, and she hates her name as much as I do. We were both born with names we had to shorten down or change to like better. But in this case, we’re using them to overpower each other and make the other feel bad. Tibby just gasps, having the same reaction as when she called me by my full name. We stand there in silence, taking in the scene that is unfolding before our eyes. This has just gotten uglier by the words we use, and how we say it. This friendship is going down like the Titanic.

“If you want to call me by my first name, then you can get out! I don’t want you hacking my Facebook account anymore, I don’t want you interfering with my social life and I don’t want you snooping around!” Tibby points to the door, yelling in my face as she leans forward and directs all her words to me. I’m tired of trying to make things right because they always end up like this. So I do the same back, acting the way she is acting and raising my voice to the point where it stings at the back of my throat.

“All I wanted to do was have a friendly conversation with you, and all you’re doing is making things hard! If you would’ve told me everything at the start, we wouldn’t be fighting right now!” Anger is flowing throughout me, getting my blood pumping through my bloodstream. I stamp my foot on the ground, pressing my lips together to express my anger. She has gotten me worked up, and this is the worst side of me anyone’s ever seen.

“Well, if you would’ve told me you were dating Christian at the start, we wouldn’t be having this conversation!” Every time she mentions Christian in this discussion, I always jump in to defend him. He’s done nothing wrong but make my life happier. Okay, I let him sleepover which was wrong seeing as mixed genders in the same dorm overnight is a big no no at this college, but Tibby has no right to bring Christian into this and say it’s all his fault.

“Christian has nothing to do with this!” I tuck my thick hair behind my ears, feeling the heat upon my skin radiating around the atmosphere. The room has suddenly gotten stuffy with all the tension rising between us girls. Our faces have managed to turn red from all the energy we’re using to fight back. It’s amazing no one has knocked on our door asking if we’re okay going by our loud voices. Tibby throws her hands up in the air, lowering her voice while she points at me.

“And you’re saying Lucas has everything to do with this? Are you saying it’s his fault?” She raises an eyebrow, tilting her head to the side. I feel like scraping my fingernails down a chalkboard right now; she doesn’t get it! My reason for all of this is because of Celine; she’s the one that’s tearing us apart and making our lives hard. She’s the one messing with our friendship and my love life. But Tibby doesn’t just see it, unless she knows it, but doesn’t want to admit it.

“No! I’m saying that your new friends are what’s causing this problem! Celine has changed you which has affected me, and I’m not okay with that.” My voice starts to choke up, wanting to let out everything I’ve been holding in; my tears, my screams and words that are foreign to my lips. Celine rolls her eyes, crossing her arms as she sits in her hip and looks at the door. Every time I say something like that, she doesn’t back them up or say something that makes me think that her new friends aren’t the problem. Again, maybe she knows I’m right and she doesn’t want to admit it.