Mad For (completed)

Thirteen : Noah

"This is going to be a disaster," I claim, tossing Aaron a Polo shirt.

"What do you mean?"

"You can not keep your eyes on only one girl," I laugh, buttoning up my shirt.

"Well, I'm not saying I will, she thinks it's a date, I think it's an opportunity to get back into her pants," he pulls his shirt over his head.

"She's gonna think you two are a thing, all girls you go on a date with them," I grab my shoes.

"Well then I'll flirt with other girls, and I'm not gonna open the door for her, she'll get the hint."

I sigh at my friend, he really doesn't know how to treat girls.

"Don't act all innocent on me, you're trying to get it on with Tessa," he stands up from my desk. I notice his Russian accent got deeper.

"Unlike you, I'm not a man-whore, so no." I realize I did like her. I couldn't stop thinking about her. She was the only thing in my mind when I fell asleep, and first when I wake up. So far, I've drawn seven pictures of her, and did two paintings.

"Whatever," he checks his watch,"let's go."

I run down the stairs, knocking into a figure, Macy.

"Hey!" She drops the sandwich she was holding. She checks me over and fixes my hair.

"What are you doing?" I stand still.

"Your hair is a mess, I'm fixing it," she smiles, on her tip-toes.

"Thanks," I say and walk out the door, Aaron behind me.

"Does she know we're going to see a girl she hates?"

"Nope," we walk to the car.

The car ride to Tessa's house was silent, besides Aaron's phone going off every second indicating that Vanessa texted him.

She's going to get hurt.

***

I'm sitting next to Tessa, while Aaron flirts with the girl in front of him. I see the hurt in Vanessa's eyes. I shoot him a look and he settles back into his seat, smiling at Vanessa.

I'm sitting on the edge, next to Tessa. I'm fully aware of how close we are. She is wearing dark blue skinny jeans and a purple top. I stare at her through the corner of my eye. She flinches at the scary parts, making me smile.

When a clown doll pops up, she grabs my hand, and I intertwine our fingers.

She looks at our hands together and looks up at me, her green eyes wide. Her dark hair covers her eyes and involuntarily I tuck it neatly behind her ear. She flinches at my touch, but doesn't move her hand.

***

Vanessa and Aaron are in the backseat of the car, viciously making-out, making me very unhappy. Tessa also seems uncomfortable.

When Vanessa moans I lose it. I throw an empty water bottle at Aaron when we reach a red light. He shoots me a look.

"I'm terribly sorry, but I have had enough, save it for the bedroom," I step on the gas, Tessa laughs, a real laugh, which makes me smile, a real smile.

***

After Aaron dropped me off, I headed towards my attic, but was cut off by my arrogant sister.

"You went on a date with Theresa Blackwell?" She sad it more of a statement than a question.

Before I could answer, my father cut in. "That's great! We have been trying to get you two together for years! A business marriage! How great!"

My mother laughed,"It is great! We were probably going to plan you with that nice girl, Madeline Montgomery, her parents own a bank, but this is good too!"

"I'm not interested in her!" I lie.

"You better not be," Macy snapped before stomping to her room.

I sigh and head to the attic, which I made as my art studio, just my parents have no it exists.

I pick up a brush, and begin.

I start with the beach, adding every detail and every color. Then, I add her. She is sitting on a rock, looking out at sea, I'm deep thought.

I knew she was hurt in the past, I just can't tell. So I place her with slumped shoulders, her hair covering her face.

She is so beautiful. So perfect. And yet, she'll never see past her flaws. Sometimes I wonder what the real reason is, why she actually went to boarding school.

It's still incomplete, sometimes it takes me moths to get what I want. Sometimes minutes. But one day, I will complete this painting, I will complete her.

***

Tessa

I sit in my room, dazed and confused. What was I thinking? Why did I grab his hand? And why did he do that? Make me feel safe, but on edge at the same time?

I turn on my laptop and check the time, 12:49 am. I'm not tired. Instead of sleeping, I go on Netflix, and click on Getting that Girl. Before I realized what I was doing, I find myself finishing the movie.

I try to stop it, telling myself I shouldn't be doing this, but I sit there, and watch him pour out his feelings for her. Watch her cry and forgive him. And I watch them kiss and make up. What?

It can't be that easy, he cheated on her. Then, I click on another movie I stopped at when the guy hurts the girl. And I finish it.

I find myself crying.

I pick up a book that I started a few years ago, I stopped reading when he left her, which was halfway through the book. I finish the book. She just forgave him?

I click on The Notebook. I finish that movie. I find myself loving all of them.

Loving, how happy the couples made each other.

Loving, that they could forgive.

Loving, that they got back together.

Loving, that through all of that, they still managed.

I shook my head and went to sleep.

***
Still don't know if I should finish this story :/