Chapter 23 | PMS-ing
I normally liked Thursdays, because it’s the day before Friday and that much closer to the weekend.
This particular Thursday is one that I hated, and the reason for that is I’m currently at Connors house helping Arabelle with her assignment, and Connor won’t stop staring at me.
He’s literally on the other side of the room, just watching his little sister and me.
“Can you, not?” I suddenly blurted out.
Connor raised his eyebrows.
“Can I not, what?” He mocked.
“Stare at me.” I glared.
“Who says I’m staring at you? Maybe I’m staring at the wall behind you? Maybe I’m enjoying my little sister learn something new. Maybe I just went temporarily blind and couldn’t control my eyes?” He smirked.
I couldn’t help but smile. “You are so annoying.”
“You both are disgusting. Just go make out already.” Arabelle sighed.
I gave her a pointed look. “We are not making out ever.” I said.
I noticed Connor stiffen a little at my words, but he quickly recovered.
“Yeah Bell, girls have cooties.” Connor joked.
“Oh yeah? If girls have cooties then how come I saw you with your tongue down Marissa’s throat last night?” Arabelle smirked toward her older brother.
I let out a fake laugh, but on the inside I felt something cold and icy brewing.
“Yeah, like you could possibly know that.” Connor nervously chuckled.
“Maybe next time you’ll shut your bedroom door all the way.” Arabelle shrugged simply.
“Maybe you should mind your business and you wouldn’t see things that you aren’t supposed to.” Connor replied with an annoyed expression.
“Hey, this isn’t just your house you know. Besides, my bedroom is further down the hallway, so I always pass your room whenever I go downstairs.” She smiled wide.
“Creep.” Connor mumbled as he got up and walked into the kitchen.
“Hey Bell, I’m going to get a drink. Want something?” I asked.
“Sure, apple juice please!” She smiled in reply.
“You got it.” I smiled back, standing up to head into the kitchen with Connor.
“So, Marissa huh?” I smirked, trying to pretend that it didn’t bother me.
Maybe Mark was right? No, what am I saying? I love Mark. Dammit.
“Oh whatever. That little girl gives no one their privacy.” He rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, I remember.” I laughed, thinking about a time when Arabelle almost walked in on Connor and I as we were just about to do the deed.
Connor smiled and then opened the fridge. “Let me guess, a glass of iced tea and an apple juice for Bell?”
I smiled back with a nod. “Correct.” I like that he still knows exactly what I like. Of course, how could he forget after all the time that we were together?
Connor made our drinks and placed them on the counter next to me.
I looked around, not really sure what else to say, but before I could come up with something Connor stood up directly in front of me. Maybe even a little too close for comfort.
“What are yo-“, he instantly cut me off as he cupped his strong hands delicately around my face and leaned in for a kiss.
Our lips touched for a few seconds, before I hesitantly pulled away.
“Connor...” I breathed.
“I’m sorry.” He pulled away even more and started to turn around, but something inside of me made me reach out to grab his arm, pulling him back in front of me as I crashed my lips to his again.
I clung to him, as he did to me. The only thing left between us is our clothes, and even those were thin. Connor reached down and placed his hands on my thighs, picking me up and setting me down on top of the counter. I wrapped my legs firmly around his waist and pulled him in even closer.
The aggression in the kiss is something new, and a little exciting. I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but something inside of my head told me not to stop.
I honestly didn’t think that we would be able to stop, but someone else’s presence caused us both to jump away from each other.
“Broken up, huh?” Arabelle smirked from the doorway.
“Bell, do you ever mind your business?” Connor glared at his little sister.
“Come on ConCon, you should know the answer to that.” She shrugged, walking over to grab her glass of apple juice and then heading back into the living room.
I couldn’t help but laugh once she was out of sight.
“I um... I should get back to helping her.” I quickly said, once the seriousness took over the room again. Connor looked out of breath, and I too, couldn’t catch my own.
I took my glass of tea and slowly turned around, heading back into the living room.
“Does this mean you’re back on?” Arabelle asked with a genuine smile.
She only frowned and put her head down to finish writing her next sentence.
“Teenagers are weird.” She mumbled.
“You have no idea.” I sighed.
“So... in your own words, explain what love means to you.” Arabelle suddenly asked me.
Her question caught me off guard, but I took a second to think of my reply.
“What does love mean to me? That’s an intense question.” I began.
Connor finally emerged from the kitchen and took his seat at the dining room table, pretending to be on his phone.
“I think love is infinite. It can mean many things, not just one. Love is when you look at a person, and you’re genuinely happy to have them be a part of your life. Love is when you find yourself wanting to be around someone all the time, no matter how annoying either one of you may be. Love is hard, but also rewarding. It’s mean, but also genuine. Love can be the most complicated thing on this entire universe, but it can also be the most simple. It can also be sad. You can love someone and care about them so much, but being with them doesn’t make you happy anymore. Being with them can become a hassle, instead of an asset. Loving someone can mean letting them go, or it can mean holding onto them for as long as you can, because you know you will never feel that way for anyone else for as long as you live. Love can also be disguised as lust. Maybe you only think you love the person, because you’re attracted to them so much. I don’t know, maybe I’m just rambling... but I know the one thing that love is. It’s real. Love is always so real, that sometimes it can scare the crap out of you and make you do some really stupid things.” I looked down at my lap to catch my breath, but I noticed a pair of grey eyes settled onto me.
Arabelle blinked a few times. “So... basically love makes you bat-shit crazy and there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it?”
I nodded. “Yep, pretty much.”
“Yeah... so remind me never to fall in love, K?” She shook her head as she continued writing her paper.
“You got it.” I replied as I looked right up into the eyes of Connor.
He looked rigid, like he’s about to explode. He slowly stood up and walked directly past me as he went up the stairs and into his room without a word.
“You guys are so weird.” Arabelle mumbled.
“Just wait until you’re older Bell, you’ll understand everything.” I sighed, remembering what it was like to be so young and so innocent. To have the whole entire world just barely at your fingertips, but not enough to where it could affect you yet. I wish I could go back to that. I wish I could go back to my innocence. Back to a time where I didn’t have to choose between two guys, but between two different Barbie dolls that I wanted.
Can I go back, please?
“So how was it?” Lucy asked as I walked through the door.
I saw Callie sitting next to her on the couch.
“How was what?” I asked, pretending to be oblivious.
Lucy gave me a pointed look while Callie rolled her eyes.
“Oh, that. It was.... Interesting.” I looked around nervously.
“I know that look. Something intense happened. What is it?” Lucy smirked, urging me to come and sit down with them.
They made a space on the couch, and I plopped down in between them.
“Well... we sort of um, kissed.” I began.
They both gave me questioningly looks, so I continued to explain to them what all happened.
“Holy shit... a heated make-out session?” Lucy laughed.
“I feel awful about it, really.” I found myself saying.
“You should. He’s with Marissa now, so basically you got him to cheat on her.” Callie stated, her tone accusing.
“Hey, he came onto me. I didn’t even have time to react.” I lied.
“Whatever.” Callie sighed.
“Why are you so mad?” I asked, feeling annoyed with her attitude.
“You know why.” She said, giving me a knowing look.
“What the hell is going on with you two?” Lucy asked, glancing between the two of us.
“Nothing.” I said, standing up to leave.
“Where are you going?” Lucy asked.
“To my room. I’ll be down for dinner later.” I replied without turning around to give them another glance. I walked up the stairs and into my room when I suddenly felt a presence behind me.
“I don’t feel like talking anymore.” I said, and then turned around to find Callie’s piercing brown eyes fixed on me.
“What the hell is the matter with you Naveah? Connor is in a new relationship. Do you just enjoy messing everything up these days? Is it a new hobby for you or something?”
Her harsh questions hit me at full force, and I suddenly felt very defensive.
“A new relationship with Satan. Why are you defending Marissa? She’s only using Connor anyway to make me mad and to try and make Mark jealous, which she should know isn’t even working by the way. She’s so pathetic, I can’t stand it.” I blurted out.
“Actually, I think you take the cake on that one.” Callie suddenly said, gaining my full attention.
“I’m pathetic?” I asked with raised eyebrows.
“Yes actually. You ruined your relationship with Connor because you just had to have Mark, and now that you and Connor aren’t together, you don’t even seem like you want to be with Mark anymore. Then, as soon as Connor starts seeing someone else, boom you suddenly want him again? Face it Naveah, you like the chase but you don’t like the prize. You only want what you can’t have and once you get it, it doesn’t mean as much to you. Not only are you hurting Mark, but you’re also toying with Connors feelings and causing him to cheat on Marissa. I honestly don’t even know who you are anymore.” Callie argued, raising her voice a little.
I stood there wide-eyed. Callie has never spoken to me like that before, and I honestly didn’t even know how to respond.
Therefore, I responded horribly.
“You know what Callie, if you can’t understand anything that I’m going through and you only think I’m some cheap slut, then maybe we just shouldn’t be friends anymore. You’re always so negative and judgmental, I can’t stand it. I honestly don’t know how Red even likes you.” I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest.
Callie’s eyes widened a fraction, and I couldn’t tell if she’s more mad or hurt by her expression.
She finally let out a raspy chuckle, “You know what Naveah, you’re right, we shouldn’t be friends anymore. You can sit somewhere else at lunch, because I don’t want to see your twisted, lying face ever again.” She spat with pure hatred in her voice, before she turned around and stormed out of my bedroom.
I collapsed onto my bed and let out a scream into my pillow like a five-year-old girl.
A few moments later, Lucy appeared at my doorway.
“What the hell was that about?” She asked while walking inside my room and plopping down next to me on my bed.
“Don’t give me that bullshit, it’s obviously something if she just stormed out of your house without saying a word to me.” Lucy sighed.
“We just had a disagreement. That’s all. It’ll blow over.” I lied.
“I doubt that, she seemed pretty pissed off. What did you fight about?” She asked, pressing me for real answers to her questions.
“She just didn’t like the fact that I made out with Connor since he’s dating Marissa now. She called me a cheater and told me she never wanted to see me again.” I said, without giving the entire truth.
“No, there has to be more to it than that. Why would she care if Connor cheats on Marissa? She hates Marissa.”
“Let’s just say, she empathizes with her. You know Callie, always the feminist.” I bitterly laughed.
“Wow, she must be PMS-ing or something.” Lucy shrugged.
“Oh, I’m banned from the lunch table by the way, so have fun eating without me.” I sighed again.
“She banned you from the lunch table?” Lucy laughed in reply.
“Yes. I guess I’ll obey her command for a few days. Let it all blow over.” I shrugged, turning over on my back to face the ceiling with Lucy.
“Man, what am I going to do with you two?” Lucy smirked looking over at me.
I turned to look back over at her and then I smiled, “Your guess is as good as mine.”
The next day at lunch, I decided I wasn’t going to listen to Callie at all, and I went directly over to our table and sat down beside Lucy.
Connor gave me a weird glance, while Mark completely ignored me.
“What are you doing here?” Callie suddenly asked in my direction.
“I thought I was eating my lunch. Is that not what I’m doing?” I replied sarcastically.
“You’re certainly not doing it here.” Callie glared.
“Oh, but I am.” I smiled while stuffing a French fry into my mouth.
“I would if I were you.” She said harshly.
“Why is that?” I challenged.
“You know why.” Callie gave me an evil glance, and I knew exactly what she meant.
Not wanting to be exposed today, I angrily grabbed my tray of food and stood up.
“Come on you guys, this is stupid. Naveah sit down.” Lucy pulled at my arm.
“No, it’s alright Luc. I’ll see you in gym.” I replied, turning around to walk away.
As I made my way to the exit of the cafeteria, Marissa passed by me with an evil smile on her face.
She suddenly kicked her foot out to the side as she passed me and I found myself tripping forward as all of my food went flying. I fell onto the floor, hard, hitting my chin in the process as it smacked into the tile.
While also being covered in my spaghetti and meatballs, I also felt a warm liquid run down my chin.
The entire cafeteria erupted into fits of laughter, as some people began pulling out their cell phones to record or take pictures of me.
I expected no one to come over and help me, but then I suddenly felt a pair of arms pulling me up.
“Oh my God Naveah, are you okay?” Lucy asked with horror written on her face.
“I’m fine, but I’m bleeding.” I said, holding my hand over my busted chin.
“Come on.” She pulled me out of the cafeteria, and before we left I looked back and saw Marissa laughing at me, Connor with an apologetic expression and Callie isn’t even looking up from her lunch tray. I didn’t even dare to look at Mark.
“I can’t believe that bitch! We need to get her back for this!” Lucy seethed as she helped me to the nurses office.
“We will, in due time.” I replied, still clutching my chin so more blood didn’t spew out.
“You should tell her what happened between you and Connor. That’ll shut her down.” Lucy glared.
“I don’t want to do that. I’m not that spiteful.” I shook my head, though I almost didn’t even believe myself.
Once we got to the nurses office, the nurse examined me.
“Well sweetie, you’re going to need a couple of stitches and I’m not permitted to do those here. I’m going to have to call an ambulance to take you to the ER.” She stated.
“Oh my God, no, that is so embarrassing! Can’t I drive myself? Or have Lucy drive me?” I pleaded.
“No problem, I’ll write you an excused absence note so you won’t get in trouble.” The nurse smiled.
“Thank you so much Ellen!” I smiled though frowned soon after as I winced.
“Yeah, don’t smile too much. Just keep your head up and hold that gauze over the cut.” Ellen instructed, handing both Lucy and I our excused notes.
We dropped our things off at our lockers and then headed towards the parking lot.
“Ms. Olsin, Ms. Kiser... where do you think you’re going?” The principal suddenly scolded while walking toward us.
“Marissa Bradley tripped her in the cafeteria and now she needs stitches so I’m taking her to the hospital. Don’t worry, we have excused notes from Ellen.” Lucy stated, holding her note up to the principal.
“Very well. Ms. Olsin, is this true?” He turned to me.
“Yes. I’m sure there’s footage of the encounter already out on social media.” I glared into the air.
“I’ll be suspending Ms. Bradley indefinitely. Don’t you worry about that. I hope you feel better.” He waved goodbye and allowed Lucy and I to leave.
“Hey, at least she gets suspended.” Lucy smiled, as I gave a half smile back, now feeling the true pain of my injury since the adrenaline has worn off.
“This really hurts, dammit.” I glared, sitting in the passenger seat of my car while Lucy got in the driver’s side.
“Emergency room, here we come!” Lucy chanted dramatically while turning up the radio and pulling out of the parking lot.