At some point I fell asleep during The Walking Dead, but I don't know when. I woke up just a second ago. I hear someone knocking on the door. It isn't locked. I get up and open the door. Mathew stands on the other side. "What do you want?"
"What your problem?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Never mind. Just forget it. You know exactly why I'm mad. Just go away," I snap.
"I was just wondering if you would keep the baby over her tonight. I have company."
"Screw you!" I yell and slam the door.
"Leave me alone. I don't want to talk to you," I spit.
"My brother's visiting me," he sighs. "Its not what you think. I just don't want to deal with it while he's over. I wont bother you again," he mutters.
I collapse on the bed. I feel bad for jumping to conclusions, but I don't feel bad for yelling at him. I know he does not like that girl. He did it to make me mad or jealous. I am not jealous. I am mad yeah because he would stoop that low, but not jealous. I roll over on my stomach and shove my face in my pillow. I scream as loud as I can. I scream until my throat burns and I almost choke. Why do boys have to be so weird? I hear another knock on the door. I get up and stomp to the door. I sling it open and scream, "what?"
"You know I don't like her."
"Yeah and that's the bad thing. At least if you liked her then it would have more meaning. If you liked her I wouldn't be so mad at you. Ughhh," I moan.
"I know. And I'm not asking you to forgive me, but I'm sorry. I really am. I didn't know it would effect you so much," he puts his arms around me and holds me to his chest. I don't pull away. Its comforting, actually.
"Its not like that. I just thought we were friends and that was hard blow."
"What do you mean were? We are friends. I shouldn't have acted like that. I guess I was upset that you wouldn't come over. I'm not used to getting rejected," I let out a light laugh. Mathew rest is chin on the top of my head. I almost feel like he is my big brother. He lets go after a moment and I look into his blue eyes. He's so much different than Josh. Josh has green eyes, Mathew has blue, Josh has brown hair, Mathew has blonde, Mathew is a lot taller, and Mathew is a player.
"I will forgive you if you promise to be nice. No more making-out-with-a-girl-to-make-me-mad or jealous. Got it?"
"Then you are forgiven. When is your brother coming over?"
"About that. I don't know when he's coming over. He could be her later tonight or later this week," he shrugs.
"What day is it?"
"TGIF tomorrow," I joke.
"Yeah you tell me. Have you had any other problems at school?"
"No. Not since-"
"Don't remind me. It makes me sick to think of what would have happened if I wouldn't have seen you," he wrinkles his nose.
I cringe. "Yeah... God..."
"Its okay. I wont let anyone hurt you."
"I don't understand. I thought you didn't have girl friends."
"I wish my dad would change," I mutter.
"Do you wanna here my story of why I got sent here?"
"Sure. I got time to listen."
We both go and sit on my bed. I sit at the top end of my bed and he sits on the end of my bed. I let my legs stretch out. They reach his legs which are crossed in front of him. "Well it all started last Saturday. I went to a party with my friend Christina. Well I got drunk and Josh found me when I was heading down the wrong road with some guys," I shudder. "Then he took me to his house because... well I couldn't remember my address. Then we hooked up and my dad saw us when he dropped me off. My dad flipped out and he sent me here. He told the principle I was out of control. Always going to parties and getting caught up with guys. I don't know what his problem is."
"You deffinely are not getting caught up with boys. More like they're getting caught up with you."
"So why did you have to come here?"
"Uhh... umm... well... my parents died... 4 years ago," he says slowly.
"Oh I'm sorry. So you've been here for 4 years?"
"Yeah. Uhh... don't tell anyone. No one else knows and I don't want them too."
"But you told me," I ask.
"So who do you usually hang out with?" I've never seen him talk to much to people.
"My best friends go to my old school, but some of friends here are Brayden and Lukas. You don't know them. They're in 12th grade," he explains.
"Cool. You already know my friends. Daisy and you."
"Yes, but you aren't very social."
"I am to social!" I shove him and laugh. He pushes me back, softer than I pushed him.
"Sureeee... well look as much as I would love to stay and talk... its almost 8 and I have to take a shower."
"Okay. I'll take care of our baby while you're taking a shower," I laugh. "I'll talk to you later."
"See ya," he says as he walks out of the room.
It sit there quietly. I don't know where Daisy is, but she better be getting here soon. It's 7:49. I know one thing though. Mathew and me are getting too close. I have Josh. I cant have Mathew too. I sit there thinking. It seems I've been thinking a lot since I got here.