Author: TheRadiantlyWicked PM
Journey with not one but many characters. Experience each story. She sat in the stall, wanting to scream. She placed her hands over her face hoping the action would muffle it, but nothing came out. Her mouth was open, ready for sound, but there was not even the slightest whimper. Yet, with no warning, she began to sob. The night was ruined as was her make-up, and she did not careRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 2 - Words: 5,665 - Updated: 07-15-12 - Published: 07-13-12 - id: 3041659
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"Oh, hey, almost thought you weren't gonna make it. Come on, we have until seven."
"That's just it Joe. I came to tell you that I'm done. I'm not doing this anymore." She fought hard with her tear ducts. They felt as if they were going to cloud her vision at any second, and she wouldn't dare let them. Tears were aching to fall, to let it all out. The truth hidden behind her stomach also inflicted her with a sharp pain unrelated to her physical condition, but she couldn't reveal that either.
Joe was trying to process what she said. It didn't take very long. "Okay." He nearly shut the door in her face, but she let out words before he could. He looked uncomfortable, probably because of the cracking in her voice.
"You don't need a reason, anything? You're just gonna let me leave?" She looked at the floor, only, her eyes didn't seem to be paying attention to anything fascinating. Rather, she was digesting what the pain in her chest was. Then she realized, this was what rejection felt like. No, it couldn't be. It hurt too much. It wasn't just rejection, no. It wasn't just a boy either. It wasn't love. It wasn't any of that. It was loving. It was the sensation you were afflicted with when you loved someone who didn't love you back. She continued to stare at the floor as she muttered. "You're just going to let me leave..?"
"Isn't that what you want?" His irritation was clear.
She looked up and saw his eyebrows arched. She wondered what he would if she started crying right then and there. He wouldn't know what to do, she thought. He wouldn't care. Her eyes met his. Her eyebrows furrowed. She looked, curious. She knew he didn't recognize subtleties. "No, that's not what I want! I wanted you to beg me to stay, as pathetic as that sounds Joe. That's what I wanted, but you don't care enough to do so."
"We were only friends with benefits. Why the hell would I do that? Now, that would be pathetic." He did not mean to sound so harsh. "I mean..." He wanted to take it back, but that's how he felt.
His words stung. "I don't know." She snapped, answering his rhetorical question. Suddenly, anger engulfed her sadness. The next words were spoken through gritted teeth. "Maybe because for the past couple of months, I thought you actually cared about me. I guess you're really just that good." The anger, apparently wasn't enough. She couldn't trust her voice to stay even anymore. All she could do was walk away with what little dignity she had left.
Her face was flushed. She knew what Noah was thinking. She didn't feel like he deserved to know the truth, though. After all, he was snooping around her stuff.
"Why were you looking through my stuff?"
"I-I wasn't. It-It fell. I swear."
She surveyed him for a few seconds before coming to the conclusion that he was telling the truth. She knew that she was wrong for accusing him, but what was done was done. "I have to go, Noah."
"But Scar, can we at least-"
"No. We can't anything. Just leave it alone. Please." She left him in the dark once again. She raced to her car and sped off.
Tia had tried on at least four outfits before approving of one. Even then, it had been the first one she tried on. She wore a red, thick-strapped, dress while sitting across from Joe who had chosen a plain white t-shirt and jeans as his attire. He was staring off into the distance during Tia's narration of her day. She had noticed, and she grew more exasperated.
"Joe..Joe! Earth to Joe." Tia tried snapping in front of his face to grab his attention.
"What, oh. Sorry Tia. I was just thinking."
"Yeah, about how that waitress would look naked!"
"Tia, come on. Let's make this a good night." He half sounded sincere, but she could tell that he was trying to make her look like the culprit.
"Could you at least look at me while I'm speaking? I want this night to be perfect, after all, I am the one paying for it." She knew how ruined the night was after that statement had come out of her mouth. She didn't bother to try to do the impossible and retrieve it. Nothing can be unheard.
"Hey! I didn't want this, okay!" His gaze appeared to go from her beautiful face to her brightly painted nails. His face softened. "I'm-I'm sorry."
She looked at anything but him. Her eyes skimmed the untouched wine, scanned the hand-folded napkins, watched the shimmering silverware, as if nothing else could interest her more than these inanimate objects. "I need to go to the ladies room."
"Tia, please." He managed to catch her hand before she left.
His hand on hers felt foreign.. She pulled away immediately. Scared. Scared of forgiving him. Scared that she no longer knew who he was, who she was. Scared that their relationship was no longer repairable. "I need a breather."
She sat in the stall, wanting to scream. She placed her hands over her face hoping the action would muffle it, but nothing came out. Her mouth was open, ready for sound, but there was not even the slightest whimper. Yet, with no warning, she began to sob. The night was ruined as was her make-up, and she did not care.
When she came back, the table was empty. She saw a piece of paper on the table. It was a note.
I may be known as the jackass at school, but not with you. I care about you. I'll see you tomorrow, hopefully that'll be enough of a breather for you.
P.S. I paid.
She was hoping that today she could avoid Scarlett. However, the chocolate brown wavy hair had been blocking her locker before the first bell even rang. "Running away from a question doesn't mean you won't have to answer it. Since Delilah's the slut, I assume it's her. On the other hand, you looked more worried..so. Whose is it?"
"Lilah's not a slut, and I am tired of answering your stupid questions about my best friend's personal life. Now, get off, please." Kenzie tried ignoring Scarlett's voice by solely focusing on the lock in front of her. It didn't work.
"You're my best friend too, okay, don't forget that. It's a simple question, Kenzie. I'm concerned about your life. I couldn't give a damn about that whore." She plastered herself in front of Kenzie while exhibiting a pair of pleading eyes.
"Why should I tell you? Just so you can go around spreading it around the whole school?" She tried getting to her locker, failing. "Scarlett, get out of my way!"
"Either you tell me the truth, or I go around telling everyone that you're the one who's pregnant." Her best friend threatened, although finally moving to let her access her books.
"What if it is me who's pregnant? What then?" She stopped getting ready for her class and stood there, staring at Scarlett. She needed to stall until that first bell. Battling Scarlett's interrogations were not easy.
"Then either way you lose...that's not very fair to you." Her head tilted to the side, and she shrugged. "I guess that's the path I'll have to take though.
"I'm not telling you. You can go ahead. Spread rumors about me. I knew you were just using me as a way to get to Delilah."
"Mackenzie. Could you just tell me? If it's you, I could help you. I have money. Abortion, adoption, whatever."
She rolled her eyes, slamming her locker. "It's not me." She wandered off in the direction towards her next class. She froze. She turned around to face Scarlett. She felt paralyzed as she realized what she had just done. Scarlett was texting away. "Shit." She hid behind the corner of the hallway as people opened their phones, and then whispered to herself. "Fuck, does Scarlett really have every single person's phone number?"
Scarlett must have heard her. She was smirking.
Mackenzie didn't hear the bell ring, but she saw everyone walking to their next class. She found herself running. Disoriented, it took her a while to find the classroom. When she arrived there was no teacher there. She casually made her way to her seat, grateful that everyone was too pre-occupied with their conversations.
She was caught by surprise when Noah appeared next to her. At that moment, she knew she was the envy of every girl who noticed. "Uhm...Hi...Noah." She managed.
"It's funny how you know my name but I have no idea what yours is." He moved his seat closer.
She leaned back. "Well, if you don't know me then why are you sitting next to me?"
"Are you...are you scared of me?" He stared at her in bewilderment. He inched closer, and she moved her chair further back. "You are scared of me!" He let out a roaring laugh.
"I'm-I'm not scared of you, I'm scared of every other girl wanting to kill me right now because you sat here." She gestured to the number of glaring eyes in the room.
"Relax. This should be entertaining to you." Noah wrapped his leg around her chair so that she wouldn't shift the chair away.
"Entertaining? I might get jumped!" Mackenzie did not speak jokingly.
"No one's gonna do anything to you." He rested his hand on top of hers in an attempt to relax her. "What's your name?"
Her hand flinched, but she let it lie there, underneath his. "Mackenzie." She breathed. "Why are you talking to me?"
Noah's chest heaved up and then slowly deflated. "I take it that you know Scarlett fairly well, right?"
He was the second person to ask her something personal today.
He positioned his mouth a centimeter away from her ear, making his voice inaudible to the rest of the room. "I thought you might be able to clue me in on why a pregnancy test was in her purse."
She let Delilah's name slip. It might have been because his breath on her skin fogged her focus, but then again, she seemed to be prone to blurting things out.
It was also the second time that she gave way to the secret Delilah wanted no one knowing about.
"Sorry." She muttered. It hadn't an apology to Noah. "It's not hers. Scarlett isn't pregnant."
"Just check your phone. I'm sure someone messaged you about it by now."
He did as he was told. "Oh. Her. Do you know who the dad is?"
Even if she did, she thought, she wouldn't have told him. She slowly shook her head, looking down at her fiddling hands. "And it's all my fault that everyone found out. I should've just kept my mouth shut." Her nails dug deeply into her palms.
"Who did you tell?"
"Scarlett. It was all an accident though, I swear." She opened her hands. There were five bright red marks on each.
"She..she's spreading this? Why would she do such a thing? This is none of her business." Noah slammed his hand against the desk. He ignored the stares. "I have to go talk to her. Thanks Mackenzie." Before he stood up, he looked around the room. Pairs of watchful eyes were fixated on them. He smirked. "Wanna do me a favor? Just to entertain me."
She examined him with her own pair of observant eyes. "Define what you mean by entertain."
"Kenzie, not that!"
She shuddered at what he called her. Before she could relax herself, he did something even more shiver-provoking.
Noah stroked her face and lifted her chin up to him.
"Noah, what are you doing..." She spoke in such a low voice that she would have been surprised if he heard her. She had enough time to memorize every curvature of his lips before she spoke again. "Everyone's staring."
"Let them stare."
"Could you just get to it!" She hissed.
Noah barely let her finish. He let their lips collide and move steadily together, parting ever so slightly.
"Get a fucking room." A brunette snapped.
Mackenzie backed away slowly. "Oh my god. I need air."
Noah chuckled. "Couldn't last a little longer?"
"You're in big trouble boy, big trouble!" She found her hand reaching for her lips. His were so soft.
"If you're gonna do that, lock yourselves in the damn bathroom!" It was the same irritated girl.
"Could you calm the fuck down, Emma!" She had never cursed at someone before. It was the adrenaline, it had to be.
"Didn't I reject you earlier? Is that why you're so mad?" Noah added.
"So I'm taken now! Just to let everyone know." He lifted Mackenzie's arm up.
"What are you doing!" Her voice was almost menacing.
"By her?" Emma spat out. "You could do a million times better than that prude."
"Why you-" She stood up, ready to pounce. Noah wrapped his arms around her waist holding her back.
"Let go of me!" Mackenzie squirmed in Noah's arms, making an effort to break free. Her body finally just let herself fall into his arms once she realized that her efforts were in vain. "Really? I kinda wanted to slap her."
"I kinda didn't want you to get suspended." Noah's eyes drifted. He found himself looking at Scarlett, who had just walked in through the door.
She froze at the sight of Noah's arms wrapped around Mackenzie's waist. "Uhm." She tore her eyes away and cleared her throat. "You guys have a free period." As people were shuffling to get their stuff, Scarlett glared at the red-haired traitor. "Mackenzie, what are you doing?"
Mackenzie placed her hands on Noah's and reluctantly moved them away. "Nothing." She stepped aside, leaving some distance between her and Noah.
Noah was appalled. "What's the big deal? You're not in charge of her, Scar. Scarlett. I mean, Scarlett. Goddamn it."
"Mackenzie knows the big deal." Their eyes met for a moment. A moment in which Scarlett displayed a hint of vulnerability. "It was just a question."
Noah smirked. "Jealous much?"
Her hand met her chest as if she was accused of something vicious. She stood there, motionless, her mouth ajar. "Me, jealous? Never!"
"Whatever." He paused. "Scarlett, I have to talk to you. It's serious."
Scarlett recognized his grave tone and managed a nod.
"No! I mean, why? There's no need to talk to her. No need." Mackenzie's request was carried out in an anxious tone.
"I have to." He waited until the last person was out the door. He faced Scarlett. "Why are you spreading the thing about Delilah?"
Noah was disappointed, Scarlett saw. It was all over his face. His voice was level, but he was frowning. She knew her answer wasn't the one that he wanted to hear, but it was the only one she had. "Cause she deserves it." She turned to Mackenzie. The vulnerability that was there a few minutes ago had disappeared. Her eyes shouted threatening words. "You told him that I was the one did this?"
"Leave her out of it." Noah commanded.
"But she was the one who told me in the first place!" Scarlett shrieked.
"Just-just forget it. I can't. I'm not about to get involved in this girl drama." He found his bag and the doorway.
"Wait, Noah!" Scarlett chased him into the hall. "The project. Tonight, again, your place?"
"That's the only thing you care about. School. Oh, and let's not forget your precious reputation."
Scarlett had to grab his arm to keep him from leaving again. "Could you please just-"
Noah violently withdrew his arm from her grip. "Just what, Scar! Just what? Forget about how you've been acting for the past 3 months? Or am I just beginning to find out who you really are?"
Scarlett had never seen Noah so infuriated. All she could process was that her hand hurt, so she began to massage it. Her countenance pleaded for him to calm down. She saw his face relax slowly. Her voice still wavered although she was certain that he would never do anything to hurt her. "Noah. What do you mean how I've been acting? We just started talking again."
He rolled his eyes. "Well, who's fault is that?"
Her eyebrows furrowed. "Yours! It's yours!"
"You don't even remember, that...that's just sad." He shook his head repeatedly. "Don't bother coming later. I'm not going to let you in."