“Is Harry bringing Ben?” I wondered out loud, figuring it would be an okay thing to ask now.
“I hope so,” she smiled, and I couldn’t help but paused and give her an utterly confused look as we sat down at a table.
I was confused as to why she seemed so giddy by hoping that Harry would be bringing Ben. I mean I knew she stopped hating him, but it didn’t strike me that she’d now be excited to see him at the park. They’ve only talked to each other for those couple hours at the park, she can’t be so infatuated with him, she just met him, or really she just found a liking for him after hating him ever since he got here.
“Why do you seem so excited?” I asked, trying to hide any tone of voice whatsoever that may make her think that this is bothering me a bit.
“I don’t know, I was thinking of maybe asking him for lunch sometime,” she shrugged.
My eyes widened a bit at her, “Like a date?” I asked wanting clarification that maybe that wasn’t what she was saying.
“I don’t know, it could be, but I was thinking it more of a time for us to get to know each other,” she explained.
“Okay so it’s okay for you to ask a hockey player to lunch, but when I’m supposedly seen out with one at the pizza place I’m the bad guy,” I said, growing more and more furious with her by the minute. “Well that was before I actually talked to him,” she told me.
“So if you just talk to all the hockey players they’re suddenly good people to you now?” I asked her, using her own words against her.
“Not necessarily because not all the hockey players are nice. I mean think about Harry is the only one of the group who kept his mouth shut and didn’t join in with the others when they said stupid things to us,” she explained.
“Yet you still thought of him just as bad as the rest of them,” I fired back at her.
“He now actually made an effort to talk to me Gabi, don’t you think that means something? Maybe he is interested in me,”
“You’re unbelievable,” I whispered loud enough for her to hear as I leaned back in my seat.
“What is your problem?” she said, a bit louder than I think she intended to, causing a few heads to turn our way but soon went back to their own business.
“I’m not the one with the problem, you are. You always do this, you basically despise every guy unless they are the ones to start a conversation with you, and once they start talking to you, you automatically think they are in love with you or some crap. But Bella, you need to wake up and realize that sometimes people are just trying to be nice when they start a conversation with you, it doesn’t always ultimately mean they want to date you,” I told her.
“Oh because you know so much about relationships? If I remember correctly you’ve only had one boyfriend in sixth grade, and it hardly lasted a month,” she shot back at me.
I really wanted to let her know that I was technically in a relationship right now, because I knew she do her excited squeal and she’d be so happy for me and want me to tell her all about him like I always wanted her to do when she started seeing someone. In this situation though I couldn’t because it would cause way more problems than I needed right now since it was Harry, the boy we were basically fighting about right now.
“You know what, I don’t care do whatever you want. Can you just give me a ride home now?” I said, trying to keep as calm as I could right now.
She rolled her eyes at me before we both got up from the table, grabbing our drinks and unfinished food and heading back out to the parking lot.
“I seriously do not understand what your problem is right now,” Bella said as we walked out into the parking lot. I just continued to stay calm and ignore her as she went on a small rant at me.
“You used to be so supportive of me making the first move with a guy and now you’re getting all mad at me, it just doesn’t make any sen-” she stopped for a second before talking again,
“Wait,” she said and stopped walking and turned back around to face me,
“Were you really at the pizza place with Harry and you just didn’t want to admit it?” she asked me.
I really wanted to tell her the truth so I could stop lying to someone, but as I said it would just cause unneeded problems in my life.
“What? No,” I answered, acting like I was still shocked that she really thought I was out with him.
“So you won’t mind if I ask him out when I see him tomorrow?” she stated more than asked.
“I wouldn’t mind at all,” I lied, but still made it sound believable.
“Good,” she said and then turned back around to continue walking to her car.
I was doing my best not to lash out at Bella right now; I was just so frustrated with her right now. There were many things that I was currently angry about in this situation, but one bothered me more than the rest. What bothered me the most is that Bella has just been full out despising Harry since he got here and when someone told her that they saw me out with Harry she is just so shocked and appalled with me. Then once she talks to Harry for a few hours and gets to know him, then it’s perfectly okay for her to start to like him even though he is a hockey player.
She is completely forgetting that her fantasy of having a relationship with Harry, friendship or not, is not going to go down well. I know Bella and I know that every time she gets a boyfriend she has to prance around and show him off, and she can’t do that so easily if she is dating a hockey player. I know her and Harry aren’t going to start dating, but this is hypothetically speaking.
By the time Bella arrived back at my house, I looked at the time projected on the screen in her car and saw that I’d only been out of the house for a little more than forty-five minutes. I didn’t bother saying bye to Bella once I got out of her car, and I stormed up the driveway and into my house. I wasn’t expecting to be home for at least another hour or so, so I had some newfound time on my hands to get ready.
I remembered how early it still was though, and I really didn’t want to get ready yet. I went ahead and walked into the kitchen to get a plate for the unfinished muffin from the coffee shop that I had brought home with me, along with my green tea. I sat down on one of the barstools, and basically just sat and stared at the wall as I ate.
I really didn’t want this morning with Bella to be nagging at my thoughts all day, but I had a feeling it would be. I really just wanted to talk to Harry about this whole situation right now, and have him tell me everything will be fine, but I didn’t want to drag him into this right now when he is probably pretty worried about the dinner tonight.
I told myself that I needed to wait and just tell him what Bella was planning on asking him tomorrow while he is driving me back to my house after the dinner tonight. Once I had finished my muffin and my tea, I threw away my cup and put my plate in the sink before going into the living room to watch TV until I felt I needed to get ready.