DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN MAXIMUM RIDE!
God, why does this always happen to me?
When I picked up the phone that morning, I never expected to be dumped. Again.
"Hey, you," I answered, my voice bouncing with light. I heard silence on the other end: never a good sign.
"Hey. We need to talk," Dylan, my boyfriend of three months, replied. Uh oh- the dreaded four words that can bring anyone's heart to a screeching halt.
"Um, ok. You want to meet up somewhere?" I asked, trying to fake happiness. My heart kicked up a notch, and I shoved my bangs back off of my face.
"No. let's just get this over with. I don't think things are working between us. I think we should see other people. I hope we can-"
"Do not say we can still be friends. I don't want to ever see you again, much less be your friend," I spat, then slammed the phone down on the receiver. The plastic of the phone shook in my hands.
I leaned against the wall and slid down it until I was in a crumpled heap on the cold wooden floors. I buried my face in my hands and cried. I had really thought this relationship was going somewhere this time. Why did I have the worst luck when it came to guys?
It's always the same. They date me until- well, until they realize they're not going to get what they want, if you catch my drift, and then they leave.
I gulped back my tears and shoved myself to my feet. Now my nose was stuffed up- great. Freaking wonderful. I needed coffee; it was too early to deal with this shit without coffee.
I blew my nose until the skin around it was raw, washed my hands, and stalked to the kitchen to stare into my empty refrigerator.
"Ugh, why don't I ever have any food?" I groaned to myself. I guess that meant a trip to the grocery store. Yippee.
The ride there was unbearable, andI could barely keep my eyes on the road. Thoughts flew back and forth in my mind between Dylan, myself, and why I couldn't ever be good enough for anyone to stay with me even though I wouldn't put out.
But really, how many twenty-one year old virgins do you know?
I walked the aisles and picked up everything I needed: milk, chips, soda, bottles of water, some strawberries and blueberries, and some green beans and peas. As I was leaving the canned food aisle, I ran into a guy who looked to be in his twenties with dark hair and equally dark eyes. He looked like he had just gone through hell- his eyes were bloodshot and the corners of his mouth were pointed down in a fierce scowl.
"Oh, God, I'm so sorry," I said as I dropped my basket of groceries on his foot.
"It's fine." He bent over and picked up the basket, handed it to me, and moved on into the aisle. I frowned at the back of his head before heading over to the checkout line.
"Thank you for shopping at Wal-Mart, come again," droned the bored-looking cashier, not even looking up at me.
"Um, hello? Angel! God, you would think you would recognize your best friend's voice!" I exclaimed, waving my hand in front of her face to expel her from her trance of boredom. She jumped, startled, then looked at me.
"Oh, woops! Sorry, Max, you know I hate this job," she said, smiling at me. I rolled my eyes, and grabbed my bags.
"Hey, Max, do you want to come out to the club with us tonight? You can invite Dylan," she said as I was walking away, sounding hopeful. I felt the wall in my head, guarding my thoughts, crumble under the sound of his name.
"Um, he broke up with me this morning," I said, my voice breaking near the end. Her heart shaped face filled with concern and anger, and she came out from behind the counter to wrap her arms around me. I turned and buried my face in the crook of her neck.
"I really thought this one was going to work out, Angel," I said through my tears. She just hugged me closer. Someone walked up to Angel's cash register, looking for service.
"Um, excuse me?" the old man asked, his voice loud, and I felt my nerves fray even more.
Angel inhaled sharply, then whirled around to give the man a tongue-lashing he would never forget.
"No, excuse me! Can't you see we are feeling here?" Angel yelled at him. He blinked in surprise then walked away. Ah, Angel. She's sweet- unless you piss her off. Then, her name isn't so fitting…
"Hey, I'm real sorry about that asshole. He doesn't deserve you," she said, sighing and turning back around to face me with a tired smile on her pretty face. I sent a watery grimace her way, then picked up my bags from the floor where I had dropped them.
"So you want to go with us tonight? Drink your sorrows away?" she asked. I thought about it for a second. Maybe it would be good to get out for a while.
"I don't drink, you know that. But I will come, to hang out with you guys," I said, then waved and left the store.
I ran through the parking lot to my car because it had started to rain. I finally reached my car, threw my stuff in the backseat, and jumped in. I pushed my sopping wet bangs back and brushed water out of my eyes.
I placed both hands on the steering wheel and stared off into space. This day had really sucked.
The drive home passed in a water-streaked blur, the only sound being the swish of my windshield wipers and the whirl of tires on the road beneath me.
I grabbed the first thing my fingers touched when I opened my closet- which, with my luck, ended up being a tank top and a pair of destroyed jeans I'd had since high school. Minimal make-up was applied after I got dressed.
I brushed my teeth and put some lip-gloss on. At exactly 7:30, Nudge pulled up and blared her horn. Monique -we called her Nudge, though I couldn't remember why, - Angel, Iggy, and Stephen- otherwise known as The Gasman, or Gazzy (and if you stuck around long enough you'd figure out why)- all went to the same University as me. None of us took any summer sessions, though, so we didn't have any classes to worry about these next few months. We all became good friends in our freshmen years, except for me and Angel. We had been friends since second grade. We were inseparable. She was like my sister.
"Hey!" Nudge yelled when I got into her car.
"Hey, Nudge," I said, rolling my eyes at her hyperactive personality. She was the chatterbox of the group, Angel was the fire-and-ice one, and I was the calm, boring virgin. I know, awful title, but it's who I was- who I'd always been.
"Are you guys ready to have some fun?" she shrieked. I rolled my eyes again and shrugged.
"Totally," Angel said, humoring her and nodding her head. We drove into the nearest town, which happened to be Vegas (not the best place to live near; it was way too tempting.) Nudge parked with a squeal of breaks, and I winced at her awful driving. Let the fun begin.
And yeah, that was sarcasm you heard. I can see someone's catching on quickly.