Once I'm in the confines of my bedroom I whip my cell phone out, scrolling through my contacts frantically until I find his name. When I do I press down on the touch screen like I would a bug on the sidewalk.
The phone rings only twice before he picks up.
"Blondie? Why are you calling me?"
"I hate you," I scream, tears leaking from my eyes like a broken damn. "You ruined everything! I wish I never met you! Why can't you keep it in your god damn pants for once Sebastian! I'm not your damn play thing! Ugh! I shouldn't have been nice to you ever! You didn't deserve my kindness because all it brought me was stupid heart ache you asshole!"
"Hey whoa Sadie calm-"
I throw my phone at the wall, breaking my phone as well as the wall.
Tragically, I lean against my door and slide down until I can bring my legs up to my chest and huddle in on myself in till the world falls away around me.
...
Hours later the house is silent with my parent's absence since they left for a friend's party. It's two hours before the beginning of the new year and I can't think of anything else but how I wish I can bring it in with Lucas.
Instead of being wrapped up with my boyfriend I'm lying in my bed listening to sad music on repeat and staring blankly at the wall. I will my eyes to shut, to let me have some peace but I can't.
Every time I close my eyes I see Lucas's wet eyes looking back at me.
Halfway through a Taylor Swift song, her earlier songs that could serve as the best soundtrack for my situation right now, I hear something tap against my window.
Tap.
I sit up from my bed, clutching the covers closer to my chest, waiting for another sound.
Tap. Tap.
I throw my covers off and plant my feet on the ground, preparing to fight off whatever mythical creature is waiting outside my window.
Tap.
I hesitantly get out of my bed, reaching for the closest weapon next to me. A stuffed animal Lucas got me a couple weeks ago.
"Sadie!" At the sound of the muffled deep voice below my window I drop the stuffed animal and rush towards the window.
Excitement and nerves shoot through my body all at once. Lucas has come back ready to forgive me! I knew he couldn't have been gone for too long, besides I'll do everything in my power to make it up to him. No words or actions could describe how truly sorry I am though.
I slide my window open so quickly that Lucas wasn't able to stop the rock from flying out of his hand in time.
The smooth but hard rock hits me right in the middle of the head. Immediately I feel the pain and back up into my bed to sit down.
Well this isn't romantic...
I shut my eyes and slowly lay back on the bed when I start to see black invade my vision. Wait until I tell our grandkids this story... they'll find it hilarious. I might leave out the part about the kiss though, they won't find that funny I think.
I hear something land on the floor in between me and the window but I don't have enough courage to open my eyes. Talk about humiliating.
"Sadie? God, are you okay?" I feel him move his body until he's standing between my legs with his two hands on my thighs.
Just the sound of his concern makes any doubt I've had about him forgiving me wash away. If he cares about me than he has to forgive me... right?
I open my eyes to see my loving boyfriend in my bedroom, ready to forgive me for being such an idiot but instead I see him.
Bash.
"Close your mouth. You're freaking me out." Bash looks at me strangely. His piercing on his lips is twinkling in the light of the moon coming from my window.
"Get off of me! Get off! Get off!" I whisper yell while swatting at his hands. Once his hands aren't anywhere near my body and he's chuckling to himself I scoot to the end of the bed near my pillows.
"Is this because I threw a rock at your head? Cause that wasn't my fault. You opened the window without caution. I mean I was throwing rocks at your window. You would think you'd be more careful." Bash shakes his head.
"I thought you were someone else okay?" I rub my head with the tips of my fingers. There will definitely be a bump there tomorrow.
"Does prince charming really throw rocks at your window? I thought I was being original."
"What are you doing here?" I snap, changing the subject.
He shrugs his shoulders carelessly, aimlessly walking around my room and picking up random objects. Of course his hands find my sketchbook but I don't bother to take it away from him. He doesn't even care to open it.
"Well I mean you did just cuss me out on the phone so," he shrugs his shoulders, "I thought I would come over here to see what all the hub bub was about."
"You live with Lucas," I grit out, "you should know."
"Did the perfect couple get in a little argument," he asks amused, his smile creeping onto his face.
"Not that it's any of your business," I growl.
He turns to me. "I don't care about what you two are fighting about, I just wanted to see if you're okay. You seemed pretty mad."
"You didn't need to check up on me," I say growing frustrated. He shouldn't be here, he's just making everything worse and he doesn't even know it.
"Yes I did," he says softly before turning back around and fiddling with things he finds on my dresser.
"You shouldn't be here," I tell him, standing from my bed, "I don't want you in here."
He ignores me and turns back around to the mirror above my dresser. "Who's this?" He picks up a picture of me and a boy, a couple years back that's pinned up in the corner.
"A friend of mine," I grumble. "Will you leave my stuff alone?" I approach him, grabbing the picture from his hands.
"Let me guess," he muses, "he was your first kiss huh?"
"No," I growl, feeling my cheeks redden. I turn my back on him and put the picture safely in the drawer of my bed side table. I sit back down on my bed and twist my body to face him.
It seems that no matter what I do, Bash will always be around me. I've found out that the harder I try to push him away the more resistant he is.
"No," he raises his eye brows. "Mine was Megan Beaker, seventh grade. When was yours?"
"I'm not telling you," I reply meekly.
Bash steps away from my dresser to sit on the bed beside me. "Come on tell me, it's not like I know the person."
I stay quiet, knowing he'll catch on sooner or later.
"Oh my god," he breathes out, minutes later. "It was me wasn't it?"
I jump up from the bed, throwing my pillow between us like a shield. "Why are you here? You've done enough already."
"I don't really know what I've done though," he points out. "But don't tell me," he holds up his hands. "I'm just here to fix whatever problems you're having not make it worse."
