After about five minutes of trying to convince her to come inside Mya still wouldn’t budge. She just sat on the ground with her arms crossed and with every time I asked her to come in she’d just shake her head before she was full-on giggling. When my patience wore out I practically had to drag Mya into the apartment since she resisted the whole time.
I set her on the couch before I started my interrogation. I knew exactly what was wrong with her and I needed to get to the bottom of this. Mya wasn’t the type of person to run off and get high. No, she was the responsible and caring type...the kind of person you couldn’t help but admire. The kind of person I’d love to be.
When she got all comfy and situated on the sofa, I went to the kitchen and got her a cup of orange juice and some water knowing she’d need them. I placed both in front of her on the coffee table before sitting beside the drinks and looking over to her.
“Who did this to you?” I asked in a serious tone.
“Theodopolis. You need to chillllll, my dude.” She laughed so hard that she started snorting.
“Come on, Amaya. This is serious.” I said while trying to contain my temper.
Why would somebody let this happen to her? Was Sam responsible for all of this? Did someone pressure her into doing pot? Were they trying to take advantage of her since she was the opposite of a person able of consent right now?
That last question had me clenching my teeth together. If someone dared to so much as touch her I swear to God I would...
“You just need a nappy nap. Wouldn’t want our star football player to be all unrested for his big game tomorrow, now would we?” She asked with a quirkier eyebrow. Long gone were her case of the giggles and here was a new attitude of anger and sass.
Her once beautiful eyes that were now purely red were trained on my face and I knew they wouldn’t be leaving any time soon.
She was livid, but my girl knew how to contain it even if she was higher than a kite.
I remained quiet. I knew she needed this venting since I knew that she wouldn’t do it while sober. I’ve been wanting to confront her about everything and how I faked not liking her, but every time I got up the courage I thought of all the things that could possibly go wrong.
She could slap me in the face and start cussing me out. That definitely wouldn’t be the worst result of the conversation, but the worst (if it happened) would be the one to break me.
That first being her moving out and never talking to me again. I’d take as many hits as possible before I’d want to watch Mya leave. If she ever left me I knew I’d never be the same and my heart would be shattered into a million and one pieces.
She was the absolute perfect person and I didn’t even want to imagine her having no part of my life.
“I bet little Alisha would love to “nap” with you, Theo.” She inserted the air quotes where they were needed. “I bet she would love that!”
She sent a wink my way, but I really wish she didn’t. I had no connection with those girls. Absolutely none. Amaya needed to know that, but for now I just remained quiet.
“Or you could call up every single hoe you’ve ever been with. Make a huge party of it!! The whole apartment would be jam packed, but hey if it makes you happy then so be it.” She smirked.
I watched as she picked up the orange juice and chugged it before sitting the glass back to its original place. She took a few small sips of water before swiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Ah. I frickin’ love orange juice.” She grinned before laying on her back before closing her eyes. Her arm rested over her eyes almost like she was trying to block out the light.
Her mouth turned into a new frown and it wasn’t long before it opened and a small sob was released. I’ve never seen Amaya cry before, but now that her guard was down anything was possible. The marijuana was causing Mya to have mood swings worse than a pregnant woman.
“Why?” She whispered.
I remained silent.
Her arm flung off her face and she asked again.
“Why, Theo?!” Her voice rose multiple octaves as tears started to stream down her smooth skin and down her neck. I could feel my heart being squeezed to cause pain at the sight of seeing her hurt, but I knew I deserved it more than anything. “Everything was going good and then you had to up and ruin it.”
What hurt even more was the fact that I caused this. Me and my stupidity hurt the one girl that I actually had feelings for.
I leaned forward and brushed the tears from under her left eye. I tried to move to the right, but before I could she smacked my hand away.
“No! No! You don’t get to do that.” She yelled and I couldn’t help but flinch. Mya never acted this way towards me. She usually just bit her tongue and went on with her day, but now she was standing up for herself and instantly I felt proud of her.
It was about time she stood up to a jerk like me.
“You went and broke my heart and you can’t just sit here and pretend everything is okay. Like everything was back to before. That time is long gone and there’s no getting it back.” She brushed her fingers under her bottom lashes to clear away the dampness from her tears.
I couldn’t hold my tongue any longer. I needed to tell her the truth and make amends. I didn’t care if she was higher than I thought was even possible and if she forgot all of this by tomorrow. I still needed to tell her.
Even if she forgot by tomorrow, I would just tell her again. I’d tell her a thousand times if I had to.
“I know. I know, Amaya and I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you, but it’s all my fault. Every time I have something good going in my life, I have to ruin it. It’s just in my nature.”
She seemed to be listening so I continued.
“I’ve been hurt so many times that it’s nearly impossible for me to believe positive is happening to me. You came into my life and I’ve never had someone so pure, selfless, and thoughtful in my life. You were and still are like a breath of fresh air.” I smiled a bit just thinking of how much of an affect she had on me.
“I’d give anything to have you back, but I know deep down that I can’t just have what I want when I want so I am willing to do anything in my power for you. Amaya, you mean so much to me. More than you could even imagine and I want you to be mine.”
“I’m going to overcome my insecurities for you and die trying to make up for all the wrong I’ve done by you. I’m a total jerk and I don’t deserve somebody like you in my life. And I’m sorry I made you believe that I didn’t, but I truly and really do have feeling for you, princess. No matter what, I think I always will.”
I let out a big sigh knowing I had finished the speech that I had been putting off for days now. Overall I was glad I had everything out in the open with Amaya now. It felt so much better than keeping everything bottled up. But what truly mattered now was how she felt.
I looked over to her and she had her mouth covered and her eyes were pooling with water. She looked like she was sobering, but it was impossible to tell. I just hope she remembered everything I told her tonight by tomorrow so she could give it some serious thought.
But for now, all I wanted to do was take care of her.
I grabbed a blanket and draped it over her since she was shivering. She cuddled up into it and turned into her side so she was facing away from me.
After about three minutes she hadn’t said a single word and with her steady breathing I thought she’d fallen asleep, so I decided to get up and leave her be.
I still had to do one more thing before I went to bed and I was on my way to the kitchen when something I didn’t expect happened.
“Hey Theo?” I heard Amaya’s little and sleepy voice.
I froze and wondered if I was hearing things.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“I forgive you.” She admitted.
I turned around to see her with a small, genuine, and cute smile on her lips before she gave me a simple nod and laid back down.
“Thank you.” I whispered more to myself than anyone.
Even if she hadn’t forgave me I still would’ve done what I’m about to do next anyways.
I opened the front door and peeked out into the hallway and spotted the burgundy case lying face down on the cement. Immediately, I rushed out and picked up Amaya’s phone.
I unlocked it since she had no passcode, which was unlike most girls I was usually around, but that helped me out a lot and didn't keep me from scrolling through her contacts.
I found who I was looking for and before I could talk myself out of it I quickly clicked on the name and pressed the phone up to my ear.
The line rung a total of three times before someone finally picked up on the other end.
“Hello?” She asked in an upbeat voice.
“Oh. This must be the wrong number. Um...I’m looking for Sam.” I scratched my head confused.
“Oh, no you got him. Hey, honey? Sammy?” I heard both her and another person moving almost as if she was trying to shake someone else awake.
“What?” I heard a tired voice ask.
“Someone’s on the phone for you. Contact says Chad?” She sounded confused.
“Yeah science partner. Let me just take that.”
“Okay,” I could practically hear her smile and a loud smack of a kiss. “I love you, Sam.”
“Amaya?” I heard Sam ask nervously.
His lady friend must’ve left the room but he was still whispering just in case.
“Oh you wish, you asshole.” I smirked already knowing I was gonna have fun with this one.