We sat like this for a while, on the edge of the bed, my head in the crook of her neck and her arm around my shoulder, both of us just staring into space, replaying the whole incident that had taken place tonight. I was still confused as to why I got so angry, because I was used to insults. I was a teenage girl, and teenage girls were bitchy. In high school, there was rarely a day that went by were there wasn’t some form of drama, and I was normally able to shake it all off. Normally, but not this time.
“You okay?” Grace murmured softly into my ear for the umpteenth time that evening, lacing her fingers through mine and looking my straight in the eye.
“Yeah, I guess. I’m just all tense.”
“Hmmm...” She trailed off, kissing me on the forehead. She then moved on to kiss my mouth more passionately, unlacing our hands and bringing hers up into my hair.
I was okay with make-out sessions. Actually, more than okay. It was a great way of de-stressing, but when her hands started wandering lower and lower, and we began to lie back little by little, and I could see where this was going, I wanted it to stop. Without breaking the kiss, I straightened back up and took her hands in mine to stop her.
However, she just let my hands go and kept going, and her hands were getting alarmingly close to the waistband of my jeans, and as we laid back we were too close to lying down for my liking. I loved Grace, I really did, but I wasn’t ready for this, and I had to stop it.
“No, Grace, stop…” I muttered, trying to break the kiss and pull away. She however didn’t appear to hear me, or if she did she just didn’t pay attention, and instead deepened the kiss further. “Stop!” I exclaimed, gently pushing her off my and standing up, pulling down my shirt and fixing my hair.
“What the hell?” She sighed angrily, standing up beside me.
“I told you, I’m not ready for that…” I murmured, looking down at the floor, unable to look her in the eyes after all of that.
“You said that last time too! Are you ever going to be ready?” She ran her hands through her hair vigorously and started pacing impatiently, her cheeks flushed and her hands shaky.
“I don’t know!”
“Or is it just me?” She asked, her eyes slightly hurt, even though I had done nothing or said nothing to hurt her. “Well?” She persisted when I didn’t answer.
“I don’t know, Grace!” I gave an exasperated sigh, grabbing my coat from the back of the chair and shrugging it on. “I don’t exactly have a lot of experience in these things!” I cringed as I realised how that would have sounded, but it was too late, because I had said them.
“And I do?” She asked, her voice softening. “Is that what you mean?”
“No! No, no, no!” I exclaimed, “That’s not what I meant at all!”
“Okay.” She said, pursing her lips and looking me up and down, before sighing and relaxing her shoulders. “But I don’t think this is going to work out, I mean, in a relationship.”
I felt my heart sink. I was about to argue back that we were fine, and that we were great together, but I knew she was right. We weren’t going to work. Sarah always told me that being the same would be boring, but Grace and I were just too different, and we always fought.
“You’re right.” I agreed weakly, doing my best to hold it together. I knew were this was going.
“We’ll still be friends, for Olivia.” She continued.
“And that way we won’t argue.”
“Because we’re more like friends anyway.”
And that was the last thing that was said before I hurriedly left the room, trying to keep my tears at bay at least until I was alone and on my way home. I walked quickly and briskly down the noisy street, checking my watch as I went, and I saw that it was quarter to midnight. Shit. There was no way I’d be home by then.
I was right, because when I stumbled into the house at ten past both Callie and Arizona were waiting in the hall, both with their arms crossed and wearing identical glares.
“Where have you been? You’re ten minutes late!” Arizona hissed, before she caught a glimpse of my face and her expression softened a little.
“Madison Bryson, she told me that you didn’t want me. I was okay, I really was, I just went upstairs, and Grace followed… And we were on the bed and she wanted too… But I didn’t and we fought and…” I cried, my voice breaking off as I finally reached the end of my brief and hurried explanation.
“Oh goodness, I’m so sorry!” Callie exclaimed and they both rushed forward to hug me, before pulling back.
“I know you have a reason.” Arizona began. “But you’re still late. We still have to ground you. However, you can keep your phone, but you can’t go out, and you’re on dishes duty. You were ten minutes late, that’s ten days.” She said strictly.
I was about to open my mouth and complain, to say that it was ridiculous for just ten minutes, but I stopped myself. From what Arizona had told me about her childhood, it could have been much worse. And plus, ten days wasn’t too long and I’d probably get a lot of the homework that I was trying to put off until the end of the summer done.
“Okay.” I sighed. “That’s fine.”
After that, it was more relaxed. “Okay, now let’s get you some hot chocolate and you can tell us in better detail.”