Cadela

seventeen

» seventeen

I turn seventeen today.

Each day I get older and ironically dumber. I haven't spoken to Gracie in a while, I mean I have but it was just brief 'heys'. Rowan and I haven't hooked in a while, and I plan to keep it that way.

I have been hanging out more with Beckett and Mia, and I don't mind one bit. It's nice to have fun sober, even if I religiously bash it.

I called Mia earlier and told her I was going to her house. Things are kind of weird between her and I but I'm trying to make things right. I owe her a lot. But like I've said before -- I can't do the whole heartfelt apology. Even if I tried.

I remember when Mia and I first met...it was the first day of third grade. I, of course, was an ugly duckling. Mia has always looked like a plain Jane so, nothing new. We sat at the same table group and I needed glue. I asked if she could give me some and her exact words were:

"Get it yourself, booger."

I was offended, cried, she apologized, and we became friends. The whole fucking over and resenting started during the summer of Seventh Grade.

That's another story for another time.

She did say she had a cake getting ready for me so that's exciting.

My phone bings multiple times as I walk, I assume its Happy Birthday statuses. Mia's neighbourhood is super quiet, the deafening sound of silence makes me want to scream. Somehow today was different -- like I felt forced to go to Mia's house. Forced.

I'm finally at her doorstep but stop when I hear Beckett's and Mia's voices. It wasn't a normal conversation but an argument. Strange, they never argue.

Instead of barging in, I stand and lean my ear to her door.

"You need to stop with the bullshit, Beckett." Mia continues. "I don't want to be second best, that's Melanie's job."

Harsh. I hear Beckett sigh and begins to defend himself. "I know, look Mia -- it's her birthday shouldn't we wait until I don't know Monday?"

"She never cared about my birthdays, she doesn't even remember my birthday! Why should I?"

"Because she's your friend."

"The way she treats me I'll treat her. She is not my friend and if she was she'd do a fucking better job at it."

The last thing I hear is Beckett and Mia's lips clashing together, moaning, and my knuckles bones popping. Fists are tight against my sides, and I stomp out of her property and onto the road.

I take my phone out to call Gracie, but as soon as I do I have random texts from Rowan...

Rowan: call me
Rowan: hey Mel
Rowan: i n e e d you baby

"I'll show you a bad friend." I mutter to myself, and I'm always good at proving points.

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I dont fuCkin like this chap but whatever i need drama and iM SO MAD RN UGH ‼‼‼‼