False Foes

Four

I wake up the next morning feeling as if the night before had been the nightmare I was waking up from but the small hangover assures me that it was real.

It's Saturday. I have to work this morning and I'm praying that Michael doesn't have to work too. I don't know if I could face him after last night. I can't miss work though so I have no choice but to go so I shower and get ready. I'll have to face him sometime anyway.

I get to work and notice he's not here. I check the schedule to see if he was actually scheduled or not and he was. He was scheduled to bag for me too. Oh well. If he's not here, that's one more day I don't have to face him.

Works a drag. It's taking forever. This guy bagging for me doesn't know what the hell he's doing so I'm basically doing both of our jobs. He's new so it's expected but I really am annoyed.

Finally it's lunch so I go into the break room and just when I thought I couldn't be annoyed any more I discover that we have a new employee.

My manager Amy introduces me as if I don't know this boy. "Bea, this is Luke. Luke, Bea. She'll be showing you around. Showing you how everything works around here starting tomorrow." I just give a simple smile and leave my lunch. Awkwardly I don't feel hungry anymore so I just go back out to my register and contains work.

Not only do I have to deal with Mikey, now I have to deal with Luke and I honestly don't know I if I can handle them both.

After work I rush home. I'm just really ready for a nap and I'm not really in the mood to see anyone.

When I walk into the door I see that Indie is here. I can't handle her today. "Ashton, what the fuck. Why is she always here?" I glare at him. "I cant handle her ALWAYS being here. She is 17. She's in high school. Why are you hanging with her? You're 20 years old." Ashton looked shocked. I don't think he could believe what I was saying. "Bea, calm down. This isn't your shit to be in." Luke scowled.

I'm over this. I run upstairs and slam my door. I put on my headphones that plug into my keyboard and start writing. I've never been so pissed off. I can't even escape people in my own home and I really can't handle it anymore.

I write and I write and I write.

After a couple hours I hear my door slowly open. It's Ash. He sits on my bed and asks if we can talk. I ignore him the best I can until he walks up behind me and tears my headphones off of my head. "Bea, we need to talk. Got it?" He orders. "What's your problem with Indie? Why do you hate her so much? What happened with Michael? Talk to me."

I guess my face turns bright red because he places the back of his hand on my forehead. The last thing I want to do is talk to my big brother about his best friend being forceful with me. He'll freak.

I try to avoid it but I know the only way I can avoid that subject is by telling Ashton about Indie. So, I begin.

"Ashton, I've known Indie for a long time. You have too. You just don't remember. Do your remember Elementary school? When I was in third grade and you were in sixth? She was the grade below me, of course. Anyway, we were all at recess. It was one of those weird days where we had it together. Remember when I used to get bullied pretty bad? It all started that day at recess. I was on the swings. I tried to jump out like everyone else did. It was the cool thing to do ya know? But I landed on my ass in the mud. The rest of recess she called me names around the subject of me having shit my pants and the rest of the year people called me those very same names. Actually, they followed me until 7th grade." I mutter. "She ruined elementary school for me. I know it may sound dumb but I just don't know. It hurt."

Oh god. I feel my eyes starting to tear up. Ash wrapped his arms around me, "That's not dumb. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I didn't know about it. I do like Indie though but I won't bring her here as much. Okay? I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

Now I feel bad. Ashton doesn't agree to actually liking girls very much. Oh well. Ash hugged me and went back downstairs.

I laid down on my bed and closed my eyes. I need a nap.