Veronica could hear her alarm blaring in her room, and yet no matter how annoying it began to get, she made no movement to get out of bed. Staring up at the ceiling and subconsciously going through the events of last night, was pretty much she could do at the moment. Her cheek felt tight and dry from the tears she had shed last night. She had no down in her mind that she had runny mascara marks surrounding her now red swollen eyes.
Today was now friday and she really wasn't feeling up to getting out of bed, or even going to school for that matter, so she just decided to roll over, and further bury herself in her blankets forming what she liked to a cocoon of raw emotions. She knew that Amelia would wonder why she wasn't at school so she quickly sent her text letting her know that she won't be in today, but she could still come at 8:30.
She replied quickly despite it being really early in the morning.
Amelia: Y cant u come 2 school? Do u want me to stop by now? R u ok?
Veronica: Yeah I'm alright, I'm just really tired and I'm not feeling all that fresh & no dw, you don't have to come I'll be fine.
Lying wasn't something she liked to do, but she felt it was necessary right now. After having to talk about the scars on her wrist to Amelia, she felt like letting her know about the little encounter with Travis last night would only further worry Amelia.
Amelia: Ok, i'll c u 2nite then. hope u feel better 4 the party.
Veronica had nearly forgot about the part and soon felt a little better - emotionally of course. She still had something to look forward to and without a doubt, the thought of getting to spend time with Jake brought her mood up. She smiled to herself, further burying herself in her blank, wishing that he was here with her right now. She fell back asleep, picturing how she wanted her night to go; surrounded by her friends, her boyfriend at her side, and ending with them back at her apartment where she'd fall asleep in his arms.
When she woke back up a few hours later, she took a quick showered and got dressed in a pair of gray sweatpants and a dark blue hoodie. She debated grabbing something something to eat, but her lack of appetite stopped her from doing so. Instead she sat herself in front of the T.V. and started searching for something to watch, she chose to watch Modern Family. She found humor in how thoroughly dysfunctionally these families were, and yet you could tell they loved each other very much. To her it seemed like this show was letting her know that despite everything bad that happened to her in her life, as long as you had your loved ones by your side you can get through it, and Amelia and Jake played that part.
After a while, Veronica couldn't ignore her hunger no matter how much she wasn't liking the thought of food. She got up and walked into the kitchen, reaching for the fridge when she say a sticky note taped to it that hadn't been there before. She leaned closer to look at it to read it.
I'm picking you up at 1:30, we need to talk get dressed and be ready to go out.
Veronica's eyes widened. She wasn't sure what she expected to read but that certainly wasn't it. Checking the time, she glanced over at the flashing digits on the stove, it read; 12:56.
Looking down at herself, she could safely say that she wasn't dressed to go out, but that didn't worry because she wasn't planning on going out. If he wanted to talk to her, he would talk to her in the house, she didn't see the point in having to leave the house for that. So instead of following the instructions on the fridge, she opened it and grabbed the leftover pasta from the bottom shelf. She heated it up and then went back to sit in front of the tv.
Veronica was having a hard time paying attention to the screen however. What did they need to talk about exactly? He had already apologized, and even though she hadn't forgiven him yet, saying sorry too much wouldn't really do more than just annoy her. What she felt she needed was just time and space away from him, hell she was even thinking of asking Amelia if she could sleepover for a few days.
Time flew by quicker than she had anticipate and her attention from the screen was now directed to the young man that had just walked into the living room. He looked at her with wide eyes, seeming a bit frustrated.
"Why aren't you dressed?"
Veronica turned her attention back to the T.V. and shrugged. "Wherever you were planning to take me, I'm not going."
"But we need to talk about this Veronica." He reasoned, his voice pleading.
"Then let's talk now." She picked up the remote and muted the t.v. before turning to look at Travis, who sighed in defeat and sat on the coffee table in front of her. She resisted yelling at him to not sit there, but it dawned on her that nothing would ever keep him from sitting on tables, they were his butt's calling or something.
He looked at her with determined eyes, getting ready to apologize. "Veronica I am so sorry about what happened last night. You have no idea how much of an ass I feel like right now. It was wrong of me to think that you wanted that. I didn't consider your feelings and I'm so sorry. I want to make it up to you, so please, just go out with me today and I will."
Veronica had a stoic expression, refusing to show that she was actually touched by his apology. She brought her legs from the floor and crossed them. "I have a boyfriend Travis, and I get that you're really sorry, but I don't think being near you right now is going to do me any good."
"We can just go as friends." He said. "And I know I'm saying sorry, but I'd rather show you that I am, rather than just say it. So please. Everything will be under your terms and if you want to go home at any point I'll let you go."
Veronica stayed silent for a while, pondering whether it would be a bright idea or not. She wasn't all that fond of him, but she knew that the sooner she accepted his apology fully, the sooner he'd get off her back, so reluctantly, she agreed. "Fine, but you have to do just want one thing from you."
"Less girls over please." She begged, her posture slackening as his the thought of how many girls he had over on a daily basis put a toll on her body. Which to her it did since she didn't get as much sleep when he did. "I should be getting at least eight hours of sleep, but with your plethora I barely get five."
His brows furrowed in an unsure expression as he went to oppose the request.
"No, you have to agree to it," She cut him off. "No more than two girls a week, and even then you have to let me know before hand so I don't walk in to what happened three weeks ago." She cringed while remembered walking in on him and a girl doing it on the toilet. "Like that was disgusting and incredibly unsanitary."
"You really think I was thinking about what was sanitary and what wasn't in that moment?" He countered, he then turned serious and sighed. "But alright, fine. Two girls only, and I'll let you know before hand. Now can you get dressed so we can go?"
Veronica chose to ignore how demanding he sounded and nodded while getting off the couch and heading to her room, stripping from her sweats and hoodie before putting on a pair of black jean shorts with a white tank top and gray long sleeve cardigan to accompany it.
When she was done she walked back into the living room to see Travis still in the same position she left him in. He was looking at the ground with a thoughtful expression and she wondered what else was on his mind. Hearing her footsteps, he looked up and stood up from the table.
His eyes widened a fraction before going back to normal and a look of admiration took over his face. Well it was admiration and desire, making Veronica take a slight step back. "Um, can we go now?"
He took longer than necessary to reply her but eventually he nodded and they both made their way out of the apartment.
"Have I ever told you that your car is perfect?" Veronica stood back and admired Travis' black Chevrolet Camaro zl1. If she hadn't have been into motorcycles, Veronica knew that cars would be her thing. More often than not she found herself trying to name as many cars as she could that passed her on the streets.
"I think you have once before actually." Travis opened the door and climbed in. Veronica did the same.
Her butt hit the seat and she melted into the comfortable leather. Never had she ever sat in something so satisfyingly pleasant. It was like the seat was built just for her.
“You look to be enjoying yourself a little too much there,” Veronica’s eyes shot open, not realizing they were ever closed, and she looked at Travis, her cheeks flaming
“The seat is really comfortable.” Her mumbled voice barely audible, before a thought ran through her head and she spoke louder. “Where are we going anyways?” Reaching to her side she grabbed her seatbelt and pulled it over herself, locking it in place. “I have to be back by eight-thirty.”
Travis went to answer while placing the key in the ignition when suddenly an arm shot out between him and the wheel, grabbing the seatbelt and putting it over him. He looked at Veronica confused.
“I’m not letting you drive without a seatbelt on.” She stated, her attention shifting to the view outside her window. It was all that pleasing to look at. Just a simple parking lot behind an apartment building, so she truly wasn’t exactly interested in view, her real objective being that she didn’t want to see the upset look on her face she got when she remembered the time she had been in a car crash with her dad. Having never been in the same car with Travis ever, only made her nervous, and it hardly helped that he didn’t particularly look like a safe driver, so it was no surprise that Veronica clutched the door handle as well as her seat when she felt the car jerk while Travis pulled out of the parking lot.
“I’m not a bad driver Veronica, you can relax.” Travis said, as if able to read her mind. He was looking forward, his expression showing the most utmost concentration, allowing Veronica to relax a bit, and she let go of the door handle, her other hand still clutching the seat however.
He glanced at the rear-view mirror for a second, then turning his attention back forward. “So are you going to Liam’s party?”
“Perfect,” He grinned. “So we’re going to go to the mall, I’ll buy you an outfit for tonight, then we’ll go to my favourite diner, and I’ll make sure you’re back home in time.”
Veronica shook her head. “Travis you don’t have to buy me a anything.”
“I already said that it’s my treat,” He argued. “so you can’t deny my this, we’ve already had a deal.”
Veronica scowled, realized that he was right, and at her displeased look, Travis took his eyes off the road for a second to send her a sheepish grin. “Eyes on the road dammit!”
He turned back, nearly swerving when another car snuck into his lane.
Veronica could feel her heart pounding against her chest and she began doing breathing excercises, desperatley trying to calm herself down. From where they were right now, the mall was about fifteen more minutes away and she was very uncertain if they would make it there alive.
Travis watched, rolling his eyes, as the petite girl all but kissed the ground as she jumped out of the car. They were finally at the mall and Veronica suprisingly looked happy to be out of the car despite almost making love to it when she first got in it.
Veronica walked around the car and stopped when she was outside the drivers side, waiting for Travis to come out, and as he did, he was twerling his keys around his finger, a calm casual expression on his face, not at all matching hers. Swiping the keys from his hands she glared at him. "You lied to me, and I'm driving for the rest of the day."
The bewildered look on his face woul've made her laugh but she wasn't feeling it right this moment.
"The hell you will," he said reaching for the keys, frowining when she moved them away from his reach. "Give those back."
She scoffed. "Over my dead body."
"That can be arranged if I don't get my keys back."
Veronica placed a finger on her chin and tilted her head to the side, a mocking pout on her face. "Now is that anyway to be talking to someone you're trying to apologize to?"
He rolled his eyes, going to grab them again, but fell short when Veronica tucked them into the pockets of her shorts. She didn't really think he's still persue them after that, but a squeal broke out when she felt his hand squeeze her butt in search for them. She pulled them from her pocket and slipped them down her bra as a second resort and watched as Travis smirked at her. "If you think I won't grab those then you must be mistaken my dear."
Giggles slipped past Veronica's lips. "My dear? Really? What happened to baby-doll?"
He shrugged. "I'm thinking of mixing it up a bit, how's doll-face sound?"
"Very stupid, but let's go, we don't have all day." She grabbed his hand, and almost let go just as quickly when she felt a weird feeling jolt within her. It wasn't like the usual uncomfortable feeling she got from skin to skin contact, but it was fairly close, and even as she dragged him into the mall, the feeling never left. Had she looked back to look at him, she would've noticed the paralyzed expression n the boys face, the way he face almost looked flushed and the way his eyes looked at her intesntly, desperatly trying to figure out what was going on.
They were both feeling something, neither of them knowing what it was, and even after she let go of his hand, the question still ran through their heads.
What the hell was that?