- awful things (14)
- nyiah's pov- june 10 2022
"i didn't take you for an elvis type girl," aaliyah speaks with a soft smile, watching as i approach her as she wipes a damp, nearly dry washcloth, across the counter.
she's not doing it the right way. hell, she not even looking at the counter; she's looking at me, and she hasn't stopped looking at me since i walked out the room they played the movie in. when she noticed me, she smiled. at school i notice she smiles like that at charles, sometimes even lila.
but now she's doing it with me. i like that.
"i'll watch anything, i'll do anything." i say as i lean against the counter, smiling a lil. "i'm an anything type girl,"
"did you enjoy the movie?" she asks.
"yeah, it was really good," i barely paid attention to it.
"that's nice," she hums, kneeling down to mess with some candy on the bottom shelf. she stands back up, holding a green box of mike and ike's. "free candy?"
"we throw it out after a few days so i'm just thinking why waste it?" she shrugs and i furrow my eyebrows.
i don't know why i even bother with her. she's so fucking mean. this is why we can't never have good moments. this why i always have to hurt her. this is why she gets hurt.
"so, you're giving me spoiled ass candy? is that what you think of me? you think i'm one of those girls who deserve nasty ass candy?" i spit, looking her up and down in disgust, backing up a lil. "you're so fucking- oh, my god"
we can't never be good and i hate that. she always ruins something.
"no, i was trying to be nice. the candy is perfectly fine." she frowns a little, placing the box in front of her. "usually my friends come and see me but they're all busy today so when i saw you, i got kinda happy.."
my face softens. "you did?"
"yes," she nods slowly. "it's nice to see people from school. i thought since we see each other sometimes, i'd give you candy. you don't have to be upset,"
"don't tell me what-" i stop myself, feeling a lil bad at my hostility. i pause for a second, trying to calm down the feeling in my brain. "um.. i-i won't be upset." i let her know. "i'm sorry,"
aaliyah hits her nail on the table for a quick second. "it's okay. it really is nice to see you though. what are the odds of you showing up here again when i'm working a shift?"
very slim 'cause i live nowhere near this damn movie theater.
i literally had to have a whole screaming match for my daddy to drive me here. he was like 'oh, i can drive yo ass to a million theatres closer to our house'
but i started getting loud with him 'cause as much as i love my daddy, he can be so fucking stupid, so i was like, 'i don't want you to drive me to a movie close to our house, i want you drive me to the one i asked you to drive me to!'
he kept saying 'no' so i started throwing my body against walls and slamming my head against my bed frame like i'm stupid or sum. i for sure thought i was gonna give myself a concussion but i feel fine now. all that angry shit gone.
i only came here 'cause i knew aaliyah was gonna be here. i knew for certain she was gonna be here 'cause i got her work schedule.
i've been thinking about her ever since mom told me her family was building a case against me. it makes me if wonder wether or not aaliyah knows. if she does, i'd be surprised. it don't seem like she know. but then again, she likes to lie about shit. liars would lie about anything. i'm not gonna ever trust 'cause i know her, i know she a lair.
