Learning to be Sister's [discontinued]

Azeala Ten

Azeala could be called many things. She could be called heartless, she could be called unforgiving and cold. Sure, she could be called all those things but she could not be called stupid so it was a wonder why Ford actually was trying to play her for a fool.

He had not stopped calling her and it seemed that every time she tapped 'end call' on her phone, it got harder to do so. It seemed like her resolve was weakening and she hated it. Azeala would not be made to look like a fool ever again, but slowly, the anger was simmering down and all she could think of was maybe giving Ford a chance. Forgiving him.

She was disgusted with herself for even thinking that. So she continued to forward his calls, ignore his texts, and avoid him in person. He stopped calling yesterday and she thought he had got the message but for some reason, right at this moment, she could see him walking straight up to her and his table.

"He can't be that stupid, can he?" She muttered to herself, looking over at the multiple heads of the cheerleaders at her table.

Apparently Alan had heard her and knew exactly what she was talking about, she felt him wrap a large arm around her shoulder and squeeze. The fabric of his varsity jacket was surprisingly soft, unlike Fords which had stiffened over the years.

"I doubt he's going to come over here." Alan whispered to her.

Azeala ignored the urge to shiver as his warm breath made contact with her skin and instead she quirked an eye brow, "You don't know Ford the way I do."

She straightened slightly, letting Alan's hand fall lifelessly to his side and stared at Ford who had now made his way to their table.

"What's brings you to my table, Ford?" She was surprised she could be so casual when every inch of her was itching to stab his eyes out. Huh, self control was an important virtue.

"Can we talk?"

"Didn't you get the hint that I don't want to talk to you?" Azeala was seriously considering taking him to the doctor to find out if the football was affecting his brain.

"I'm not taking no for an answer." He seemed set on this, so with a sigh, she got up and out of her seat. She gave a look to Alan, "Watch my bag for me?"

Alan gave her a nod, although she could tell he wanted to ask why she was even going to talk to Ford. She couldn't answer that question either, she didn't know.

Azeala turned to Ford who made a move to grab her hand.

"Are you fucking insane? Don't touch me!" She muttered, stuffing her hands into the front pockets of blazer.

"Listen, I just wanna talk."

She stared straight ahead as they walked, where were they going? She didn't know, the other end of the cafeteria?

"So talk."

"Can you please look at me?"

"I hear with my ears, not my eyes." However, she still turned to him with a smirk on her face.

"Listen, Azeaala, I love you —" she couldn't help her snort, " and I want to make this work for both of us. We've been together for two years now and —"

"And who knows how long you've cheated on me, I'm not stupid enough to think Azeala is the only girl.  Don't play me for a fool because I'm anything but."

Ford seemed like he wanted to punch a wall but decided to roughly run his hands through his hair and breathe a deep sigh. Frustrated much? It made Azeala want to smirk again however, she decided against it.

"What about you, huh? Don't act so damn innocent."

"I've never cheated on you. So don't try to turn this around."

"Alan? You expect me to think that just happened?"

"Alan is just my friend and yeah, he has feelings for me but we've done nothing and I didn't even talk to him. Just because someone wants me, doesn't mean I hook up with them. You're a dog. You'll catch any bone thrown at you." She poked a thin finger into his chest, "You're mad, why? You're not the only one who wants me."

She gave a short laugh, "Just because I chose to be with you, doesn't mean I didn't have other options. It just seems like I made the wrong choice."

"Oh shut up, Azeala, you're a dirty slut."

Azeala didn't think, didn't speak, he didn't see it coming. It was only after he was soaking wet in chocolate milk that he made the connection to the carton in Azealas hand.

She grinned, "It seems like you're the only dirty one here, Ford. Word of advice? Never piss me off."

Then she walked back to her table and sat next to Alan, where it seemed like everything was safe. But Azeala should know, no place really is.