Outlaw (1/3)

34: a spark of jealousy to start flowing in her

34
Pacifica

I went straight back to the Mystery Shack, got in bed, and stared at the ceiling. I didn't answer my phone. I lied to Bud and Carla about being sick , and I ignored Gideon when he tried to talk to me. Finally, teary-eyed with hurt, he got the idea and left me alone.

Dipper did that on purpose.

There was no denying it. He wanted me to feel bad or some sort of regret. But I didn't regret going out with Cody. That's at least what my head was telling me. Part of me wanted to hate Dipper forever.

But what about the other part?

That question was buzzing around my mind like a pesky fly. And I couldn't shake the thought. I felt bad for leaving Cody alone with them, but maybe he understood? I hoped.

The orange glow of the sodium halide streetlights mixed with the shadows of the tree branches, making my mood even darker. "Guys like Dipper never get anything in life." I whispered to myself. "Guys like Dipper go flying face-first down a hill!"

I looked at the rose on my dresser that he gave me. I stalked over to it, pulled it out of the vase, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it. Once I was sure it was flattened, I got off of it and left it there.

But, the thing was, it wasn't damaged at all. Not one bit. And that, set me off. I picked up the rose and threw it on the dresser and sobbed. And I didn't know why! "Am...I upset over the....ruined....date?" I managed to mumble between sobs. "Or is it-" I broke out into more sobs. I rubbed my eyes to try and stop crying, and when I finally did, my makeup was a complete mess. It looked like I bled black out of my eyeballs. I walked out of the room, to go into the bathroom to wipe my ruined makeup off my face.

Once my face was makeup free, I slumped onto my bed again and sighed. That was officially the worst date I've ever been on. I finally looked at my phone and saw that I had a bunch of missed calls from Cody and a couple texts from Gideon. And then, a text from a number I didn't know. Feeling a little curious, I clicked the message to see an all to familiar phrase;

We need to talk. Bridge, as soon as possible

So many thoughts raced through my head. What?! Why should I? I shouldn't go! How....how the hell did he get my number? I put my phone on my nightstand, and thought about whether I should go or not. I hated Dipper, right?

***

34
Dipper

I glanced at my phone, hoping she got the message and didn't ignore it. I had left the restaurant soon after her ignoring all the shouts from Cody and confused looks from Candy. I was at home sitting in front of the fireplace checking my phone constantly. Talk about desperate.

"Dipper? What are you doing here?" Mabel, lifted a brow at me. "I thought you were out with Candy!"

"I was." I mumbled. "She just wasn't right for me."

Mabel huffed. "What made you come to that conclusion?"

"She just wasn't." I lied. "Why aren't you with Gideon?"

"He said that he had to deal with his upset cousin." She sighed, sitting in the chair next to mine. "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything!" I claimed. "She just got up and left! Not my fault." Right?

"Uh-huh, sure." She muttered. "But seriously, he said she was crying."

I flinched. She was....crying? Did it hurt her that much? Dipper: 1 Pazzie: 2. But I wasn't trying to hurt her that much, I just wanted a spark of jealousy to start flowing in her. That was all I had in mind. But, that's what it was like for me. My relationships didn't tend to last long. But why her?

***

It was late. That's all I knew. I was standing on the bridge waiting for her to show. I glanced at my watch. 10:30. I sighed and looked over the lake hoping that she would come. But she never did. I lost her. I realized. And there is no way I can get her back. I frowned and took out my phone. I had a little message to send. I typed in the number and typed the message;

If you know what's good for you, you'll leave her and never speak to her again. And if I catch you with her, I'll tear you limb from limb and no one will ever care that you were here. And most importantly she won't either. Now, make like a tree, and leave. Or I'll find you, and put you in the worst pain imaginable until you beg for death. Do I make myself clear?

I smirked and sent the message, hoping he had a brain and understood. Then I walked home feeling happier then before.