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I looked down and realized I was still wearing his sweatshirt. More tears started forming in my eyes and I pulled the sweater off, throwing it to the ground. It didn't help my anger any, and as the tears continued pooling, I shoved against the coffee table, spilling magazines. Still angry, I started shoving everything, knocking things over. I stormed up to my room and started ripping his pictures and notes down from my walls.
I shoved them in an old shoebox and tossed it under the bed. Part of me wanted to bring them downstairs and toss them in the fire, but another part of me knew if the fight got fixed, then I'd be really mad at myself for burning the stuff. I left one picture on my bureau. I walked downstairs with it and sat down on the couch, curling up and crying as I stared at the picture.
My dad walked in, two hours later. He looked exhausted, from too much stress at work. I sat up, wiping my eyes quickly. "You okay Mica?" He asked, looking at me concerned.
"What happened in here?"
"I'm fine. I just... I uh... sorry about the mess... " I stood up and started picking up. As soon as everything was pretty much straightened out, I walked over to him. "I don't feel like eating.. I'm gonna be upstairs. Love you." I gave him a small hug and then walked upstairs. My nose was stuffed, and I knew my eyes were red. I was thanking god that dad hadn't pushed the matter.
I turned on music, so dad wouldn't hear me crying, and I locked the door. I sat down on my bed, leaning against my pillows. I picked up my favorite old stuffed animal, a torn and tattered kangaroo named Kanga. I hugged it up to my chest as tears seeped out of my eyes. It was almost unbelievable to me that I'd just had a fight with Elijah. I curled up in a ball, pulling my favorite fleece blanket over me. I closed my eyes as my tears continued trailing down my cheeks.
I woke up in the middle of the night, my throat burning and my head pounding. I sat up, and I could feel dried tears on my face. I got out of bed and went to my bathroom to wash my face. I took a cold shower and got dressed in some warm pajamas. I went back to bed, and fell asleep, dreading school tomorrow.
I woke up again, this time to my alarm clock blaring. I groaned and turned it off, rolling over and curling back up. Dad knocked on my door. "Sweetie... I heard your alarm go off, but I didn't hear you. Everything okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." I got up and walked over to my closet. "I'll be ready in a few minutes." I dressed quickly, not caring what I wore. I ended up in a pair of jeans and a baggy black t-shirt with a long white tank top underneath it.
I fixed my make up, using eye drops to make my eyes less red, and carefully applying eyeliner and eye concealer to hide my puffy eyes. I put on a little mascara and grabbed my backpack. I shoved my feet into my converse and headed downstairs.
I walked outside, into the cold, wishing I'd grabbed a jacket, but I'd locked the door behind me, and forgotten my key. I sighed and walked to the driveway shivering as I waited for the bus.
It finally came and I climbed on. I slouched down in my seat and stared out at the window, trying not to cry again. I got to school, and went straight to my class, wanting to hide from Marie and Bree. I didn't want to have to tell them about me and Elijah.
It wasn't until we had class together that they started questioning me. "I don't want to talk about it." I grumbled. Exchanging glances, they left me alone for the rest of the day. It was awful seeing Elijah... he looked like he didn't even care and I tried to hold myself up.
Drama was the worst. We were supposed to practice the kiss scene. I sat down on the floor and he "knocked" on the door. I mumbled through my lines, holding back tears until he knelt beside me, for his part. My lip quivered and I stood up quickly. "I'm sorry, I can't do this right now!" I said hoarsely to Mrs. Allan.
She looked confused, but I glanced at Elijah. He looked upset, and he opened his mouth to say something. I shook my head, and jumped off the stage. I grabbed my bag and ran out of the theater room. I got to the bathroom just as my tears started falling. I locked myself in a stall until the bell rang, then I practically sprinted to my locker to grab my stuff.
I made it back to the bus just in time. I got back home and shivered while searching around for the spare key... I knew it was somewhere... I just wasn't sure where. I was shivering violently, and the cold was working its way to my core. And just when I thought I couldn't be any colder, it started to down pour. My numb fingers fumbled to lift up a rock. And thank god, the key was under it. I stood up and stepped towards the steps, but slipped and fell on my butt in a now muddy spot.
I groaned and just then I felt someone lift me up. I turned to see Elijah, just as soaked as me. He helped me up and walked me to the door. My hands were shaking too much to fit the key in the lock, so he gently pried the key from me and unlocked the door.
"W-wh-what ar-are y-y-yyo-ou d-do-doing h-h-her-here?" I asked, shivering so much I could barely speak, when we stood inside, dripping mud and rainwater onto the tiled floor.
"Go get changed and then I'll tell you." He said, taking his shoes off. So I did. I hurried upstairs and changed into my warmest pair of fleece pajama pants and a long-sleeved shirt. I grabbed a pair of my dads old sweatpants and a t-shirt and ran back downstairs. "Here, can you change in the bathroom. It's right over there. I'm gonna be upstairs, blow drying my hair before my head freezes." I said, passing him the clothes. He nodded, and went to change.
He walked into my room a few minutes later, while I was finishing drying my hair. I almost put it into a ponytail, but since it was still warm from the blow dryer heat, I left it hanging down to cover my frozen ears. I grabbed a small blanket and walked downstairs to the couch. "So... what are you doing here?" I asked him again as I set the blanket down and went to start a fire in the small fireplace.
"Let me do that." He said, taking the piece of wood from my hands. In only a few minutes he had a really good fire started. I sat down on the couch and wrapped the blanket around me.
"When you left the auditorium crying I felt awful... actually I felt awful all day, having you ignore me like that was awful. Baby, I love you. I didn't mean to upset you. You mean the world to me and I really can't stand the thought of you being so mad at me. I don't know what to do to make you not mad at me, all I know is I love you like crazy. I wanted to apologize to you, all day... but I just felt so stupid and I was being prideful and selfish, I wanted you to apologize first, but I know that this whole thing is my fault."
I stared at him, wanting to believe that he was serious, and I could see it in his eyes that he was... but before I could say anything, he continued talking. "Baby, please talk to me, don't shut me out."
"I'm sorry for getting upset! I should have tried to understand. Elijah I love you. And I only want what's best for you."
"But it was all my fault. I shouldn't have been so upset with you over something so stupid." I scooted closer to him and he pulled me onto his lap. I kissed him, just a peck.
"I love you E. More than anything."
My phone buzzed just then and I glanced down at the text. It was Marie. Oh my gosh Mica! I'm going to a party with Logan! I'm so excited! I'll text you everything in the morning
"She likes Logan? How did I not know that?" I showed Elijah the text.
"Logan? Logan York? You know he does pot, don't you?"
I bit my lip. "I'm sure she knows." I couldn't help but worry. I didn't know she liked him... and I was even more worried that he might get her to do pot...
"Don't worry about it babe. I'm sure she can handle herself."
I nodded, halfheartedly. "Yeah. I know she can." He kissed my cheek and I turned the tv on. He played with my hair, as I pretended to watch the TV, but instead thought of Marie and Logan. "I can't believe her mom just let her go... she must be sneaking out. There's no way her mom would let her go if she knew... maybe she's lying, saying she's going to Bree's or something..."
"Babe, let it go. She'll tell you in the morning." Elijah kissed my cheek, bringing me back to reality from my little rant. I smiled and kissed him.
"I love you."
"I love you too baby."
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Me, Marie and Bree: Chapter EightChapter 8 (up sooner than I expected)
By Em Bishop