1 Year

Let It Go

(Anthony)

Fuck. School was starting tomorrow. On the bright side, I wouldn't have to spend as much time with the witch living in my house. Okay, so maybe I've been too hard on her. But still, like what the fuck. She just kissed me. That's totally not okay. Even Ailani has noticed how much I'm harping on Mari. I decide to go talk to her. Maybe it'll work itself out, maybe it won't, either way, I don't really care. I emerge from my room and descend the spiral staircase. I find Mari sitting in the living room. The second she sees me, she makes like she is leaving. I instantly feel shame wash over me. "Hey wait," I say hesitantly. She freezes, but still doesn't look at me. "Look I'm really sorry about yelling at you and everything and I realise that maybe I've been a little too harsh on you about the whole thing," I say with true apology. I wait for her to respond and she appears to be mulling over my words. "I'm sorry too," she says quietly. She opens her mouth, then shuts it. As if she wanted to say more. I take that into consideration. "We can sit down and talk about it if you want," I say sympathetically. She nods gratefully. Wow, I didn't know there was even a side of me that's like this. I've always been really blunt with people. "When I five years old, my father left us," she began. Oh my god, was she serious right now? Is she legitimately going to tell me her life story and expect that to be her excuse? Ahh, there's that asshole personality of mine, I knew it was there somewhere. "I've grown up without male figure in my life, and when I felt like we getting really close, I could not think of anytang else, and I want you to know that I am very sorry," she said emotionally. To be honest, I didn't feel too moved by it, but I could see that this meant a lot to her, so I accepted it. "I'm re-" I interrupted whatever else she was going to apologise for and gathered her small frame up in my arms. It felt oddly right. No, no, I'm dating someone else. I couldn't bring myself to let go of Mari though, so we just sat there and spent the night in each other's arms. Totally wasn't weird at all.

My eyes flew open. My watch beeped angrily at me. Oh shit, it was 8:00! Mari had rolled off the couch and onto the floor. I snickered a bit. "Hey Mari! Get up! School starts in half an hour!" I yelled at her. I didn't worry about waking up my mom since she didn't come back from the night shift until about nine. Her almond shaped eyes slowly opened.

A/N: Nothing to do with the story, I just cracked my screen. I'm fucking pissed and I want to tell somebody.

I held my breath for about two seconds. "Wha- what's going on?" She asked sleepily. I hauled her dazed self to her feet. "School is starting. In half, an hour. Move," I said slowly. Her eyes snapped wide open, which wasn't that wide. Haha, I'm so racist. She started moving at hyperspeed, running upstairs and shuffling around upstairs. I heard things crashing and shit. I started laughing. Oh crap, I gotta get ready too.

Half an hour later, we fell into the tow front seats of my car. We looked at each other with out mismatched clothes and stuck up hair and just started dying. I always feel so relaxed around her, like I can tell her anything. It was really strange. We sped down off of Opulence Hill, that's what I called it. Kinda smart sounding for a guy like me, but I thought it fit the mould. We cruised into the Blue Shore High School parking lot. Mercedes Benz and Lambourghinis were not an uncommon sight in the downtown LA student parking lot. I was driving a 2013 Porsche. No biggie. "Ready?" I asked her. "No," she said in the quietest whisper possible. "You'll be fine, just follow me," I reassured her. I rounded the car and yanked her out. I took her hand and steered her towards the entrance. "First off, you'll need to get your schedule with me," I informed her. "AFS mail me schedule already," she replied timidly. "Oh well, that's great. This line is a mile fucking long anyway," I replied. I saw Ailani approach us and quickly dropped Mari's hand. I don't think she noticed. "Hey sexy," Ailani said playfully as she encircled her arms around my neck. Her gorgeous brown face was so close, I had to take advantage of it. I kissed her gently and she started laughing. I was vaguely aware that Mari was standing there, trying not to mind. I felt kinda bad so I released Ailani. She looked slightly disappointed with me. "So Mari, what's your first class?" I said, trying to direct my attention away from Ailani. "Uhh, Jometry?" She said, seriously butchering her English. It was actually kind of adorable. "No way! I'm in Geometry too!" I exclaimed. I was actually kind of excited for math for once. Ok, I don't actually know if she's in my exact period of math with me, but it's a good guess.

20 minutes later, me and Mari were comparing schedules. "We literally, have the same, schedule," I said in amazement, "Fuck yeah!" She just smiled at me. I thought my face melted a little. What is your fucking problem? You legitimately have a drop dead gorgeous girlfriend sitting right the fuck over there. Get your shit together, you're not single anymore. You can't just think whatever you want about any girl now.

During lunch, I showed Mari where our lunch table was. Yeah, we had a lunch table. Let's just say that the YouTube account that me and my friend Ian had was really starting to take off. It kinda got around the school and at least the freshman revere us. The juniors and seniors still look at us like we're some dumbass kids on the internet. If you didn't catch it, I'm a sophomore. So is Mari and Ian. Ailani had already graduated, but the way our school works is that you can still attend the junior and senior prom as a Blue Shore graduate as long as your under 21. So Ailani is getting me into prom this year. I'm literally so psyched. "So Mari, Anthony tells me you're in Jometry?" Ian was saying, Mari shot me a death look. "Please tell me, what exactly goes down in this "jometry" class?" He kept going. I elbowed him in the side. Mari just started cracking up. "Hey Mari, can I come over later?" Ian asked innocently. I scanned my head for some American slang, "Fuck yeah bruh, let do it!" I said with forced enthusiasm.