Post by grey scale: on Dec 5, 2011 21:46:16 GMT -5
I walked down the hallway after school, hearing the buzz of others’ conversations as I passed them. Carrie, one of the wannabe’s who followed the cheerleaders around like a lost puppy, was standing near the door, talking to a few of said girls with pom poms. I inconspicuously rolled my eyes, but I smiled before I got to them. No need to be rude, right?
Carrie glanced nervously at Leila, head cheerleader and the standing quarterback’s new girlfriend. I gave their relationship two months, tops. Anyway, Carrie quietly cleared her throat and looked at me as I neared them; she smiled once I stopped beside them. “No Caddy today?”
Caddy was my best friend; Cadence was his real name, but he hated being named after a drum brand, so that was his preferred nickname. He was out ‘sick’ today, aka he skipped. He does that a lot. He was the more outspoken and fearless one. We’ve been best friends since birth, but that didn’t stop him from being a lying, insensitive jerk sometimes.
I mean, sure. Whenever he looked at me with those painfully blue eyes, all of my anger at his sneaking went out the window. It’s not like it took him long to get me to forgive him. But I was starting to get a little tired of all of his shit.
I shook my head at Carrie. “No, he’s sick,” I said easily. I suddenly realized I was way too used to lying for him.
She looked at me with an apologetic look. “Mads,” she started, and then looked uneasily at Leila. She gave her an encouraging smile, and then shot me a look that unconvincingly mirrored Carrie’s. Carrie looked back at me, biting her lip. “I have something to tell you,” she whispered quietly, looking up at me.
I frowned. “Is something wrong, Carrie?”
Leila sighed impatiently and rolled her eyes at Carrie, leaning against the wall behind her. “He was talking about you the other day,” she said, bringing her hand up to her face and studying her nails. “He was sayin’ some stuff.”
My worry increased. What was he saying about me? “Stuff? Like what?” I asked, my voice sounding slightly small and pathetic to my own ears.
Leila smirked but quickly hid it. She was enjoying my discomfort way too much. “He said you practically beg him to sleep with you every time you pick him up from a party, all drunk and all,” she said nonchalantly, looking up from her nails and crossing her arms over her chest.
I felt my face redden. Like hell I did. The only reason I even picked up his sorry ass from those parties was because he woke me up from a dead sleep at two AM and begged me to pick him up for at least a half hour before I agreed to.
I spun away from Carrie and Leila and the other cheerleaders. I wasn’t letting this one slide. Not this time.
I drove to Caddy’s house, fuming all the way there. I just couldn’t believe he’d told Leila and Carrie all of those things. I slammed my car door, not even bothering to knock as I came to the front door. I just opened it, debating whether or not I was angry enough to leave it open. I wasn’t, obviously, because I closed it behind me and walked up the stairs to his room. I knocked loudly, leaning against the opposite wall with my eyes closed, trying to calm myself. I was extremely mad. SO, in fact, I was about to start crying. I slid down the wall to a crouching position with my fingers rubbing my temples as he opened his door.
“Madis-“ he started, then saw my state and stayed silent. Smart move, dumbass.
My eyes flashed open quickly, and I saw he was in his pajama pants, shirtless. Whatever. I didn’t really care this time. I couldn’t even talk, I just brought my knees to my chest and put my arms across them, putting my forehead against my forearms. I mentally cursed myself as my shoulders started to shake, my initial crying silent. Thankfully. I really didn’t want a huge scene with loud sobbing.
Caddy sat beside me and put an arm around my shoulders, trying to ask me what was wrong. What was wrong? My best friend is a jerk, that’s what’s wrong. I shook my head and shrugged out from under him, standing and facing him. He looked up at me, confused, and I laughed bitterly. I looked away from him, my head still shaking. I was beginning to feel like a bobble head.
Caddy stood up and looked at me, as I wiped at my cheeks. He held my shoulders. “Maddie, what’s wrong?” I didn’t answer immediately, so he brought me into his room and sat me on his bed. “What’s wrong?”
I sat back, my arms supporting me as I looked up at him. “Have you talked about me with Leila or Carrie or anybody, really?” I asked, raising an eyebrow when I saw his face blanch. He muttered something about a lying bitch, but I rolled my eyes and leaning forward, my elbows on my knees.
He sat beside me and leaned forward also, so he could look at me. I kept staring straight ahead, though, and he sighed. “What did she say?”
I smiled ruefully, still not looking at him. “She said you said I practically begged you to have sex with me,” I spat out, turning my head to look at him, my eyes narrowed slightly.
His face was the epitome of surprised. Then, his expression turned to hurt. “You don’t really think I’d say that about you do you?”
I stood up, spinning around and looking straight at him. “Can you blame me?” I practically yelled, all the anger from everything that’s happened coming out all at once. I drew in a deep, shaky breath. He just looked at me, biting his lip as he stood up.
“I didn’t say that,” he said quietly,” but I understand why you would believe them, even if they are lying, manipulative-“ He stopped himself, looking away from me. “Anyway, Madison, I’m sorry. I’m a total jackass. I don’t deserve you, or what you do for me, and you definitely don’t deserve what I do to you. Just, don’t leave me, please,” he said, pleading with me. There was something about how he said it that actually made me believe him. Usually, I just knew that he was going to start over again; I was just being passive and didn’t try and call him out on it anymore.
I raised an eyebrow at him and sighed, sitting back down. My shoulders slumped, and I fell back onto the mattress. He smiled a little and lay down beside me, on his side. I looked at him, my expression dead serious; no smile, no sarcastic elements available. “You’d better not be screwing with me this time, Caddy.”
He nodded, the smile slipping as he looked back at my face, and I’m pretty sure he realized I wasn’t kidding. One more time, and I was gone. “I won’t, I promise,” he whispered, a pained expression taking over his features.
I frowned, one hand instinctively moving to his cheek. “What’s wrong?” I blushed, removing my hand once fully realizing it was there.
Caddy just grinned and he hugged me, his forehead leaning against mine. “You know you’re my number one girl, right?” he asked, looking at me. I sighed yet again, rolling my eyes slightly. We’d see how long he could be saying that. He obviously saw the skepticism on my face, because his grin felt flat as he kept looking at me. “I do love you, Maddie,” he said quietly, looking genuinely hurt.
I was transfixed, to say the least. I just nodded, my eyes still wide open. He grinned again and leaned forward to kiss my cheek. I don’t know why; I just randomly had the urge to turn my head so the kiss landed on my lips, like one of those stupid, corny romantic comedies. So I did.
After a few minutes, he pulled away, his grin having not faded in the slightest. If possible, it got even more cocky and over-confident. “Do you believe me now?”
I smiled and nodded my head as he gave me another short kiss. “Eh, I guess so.”
Carrie glanced nervously at Leila, head cheerleader and the standing quarterback’s new girlfriend. I gave their relationship two months, tops. Anyway, Carrie quietly cleared her throat and looked at me as I neared them; she smiled once I stopped beside them. “No Caddy today?”
Caddy was my best friend; Cadence was his real name, but he hated being named after a drum brand, so that was his preferred nickname. He was out ‘sick’ today, aka he skipped. He does that a lot. He was the more outspoken and fearless one. We’ve been best friends since birth, but that didn’t stop him from being a lying, insensitive jerk sometimes.
I mean, sure. Whenever he looked at me with those painfully blue eyes, all of my anger at his sneaking went out the window. It’s not like it took him long to get me to forgive him. But I was starting to get a little tired of all of his shit.
I shook my head at Carrie. “No, he’s sick,” I said easily. I suddenly realized I was way too used to lying for him.
She looked at me with an apologetic look. “Mads,” she started, and then looked uneasily at Leila. She gave her an encouraging smile, and then shot me a look that unconvincingly mirrored Carrie’s. Carrie looked back at me, biting her lip. “I have something to tell you,” she whispered quietly, looking up at me.
I frowned. “Is something wrong, Carrie?”
Leila sighed impatiently and rolled her eyes at Carrie, leaning against the wall behind her. “He was talking about you the other day,” she said, bringing her hand up to her face and studying her nails. “He was sayin’ some stuff.”
My worry increased. What was he saying about me? “Stuff? Like what?” I asked, my voice sounding slightly small and pathetic to my own ears.
Leila smirked but quickly hid it. She was enjoying my discomfort way too much. “He said you practically beg him to sleep with you every time you pick him up from a party, all drunk and all,” she said nonchalantly, looking up from her nails and crossing her arms over her chest.
I felt my face redden. Like hell I did. The only reason I even picked up his sorry ass from those parties was because he woke me up from a dead sleep at two AM and begged me to pick him up for at least a half hour before I agreed to.
I spun away from Carrie and Leila and the other cheerleaders. I wasn’t letting this one slide. Not this time.
I drove to Caddy’s house, fuming all the way there. I just couldn’t believe he’d told Leila and Carrie all of those things. I slammed my car door, not even bothering to knock as I came to the front door. I just opened it, debating whether or not I was angry enough to leave it open. I wasn’t, obviously, because I closed it behind me and walked up the stairs to his room. I knocked loudly, leaning against the opposite wall with my eyes closed, trying to calm myself. I was extremely mad. SO, in fact, I was about to start crying. I slid down the wall to a crouching position with my fingers rubbing my temples as he opened his door.
“Madis-“ he started, then saw my state and stayed silent. Smart move, dumbass.
My eyes flashed open quickly, and I saw he was in his pajama pants, shirtless. Whatever. I didn’t really care this time. I couldn’t even talk, I just brought my knees to my chest and put my arms across them, putting my forehead against my forearms. I mentally cursed myself as my shoulders started to shake, my initial crying silent. Thankfully. I really didn’t want a huge scene with loud sobbing.
Caddy sat beside me and put an arm around my shoulders, trying to ask me what was wrong. What was wrong? My best friend is a jerk, that’s what’s wrong. I shook my head and shrugged out from under him, standing and facing him. He looked up at me, confused, and I laughed bitterly. I looked away from him, my head still shaking. I was beginning to feel like a bobble head.
Caddy stood up and looked at me, as I wiped at my cheeks. He held my shoulders. “Maddie, what’s wrong?” I didn’t answer immediately, so he brought me into his room and sat me on his bed. “What’s wrong?”
I sat back, my arms supporting me as I looked up at him. “Have you talked about me with Leila or Carrie or anybody, really?” I asked, raising an eyebrow when I saw his face blanch. He muttered something about a lying bitch, but I rolled my eyes and leaning forward, my elbows on my knees.
He sat beside me and leaned forward also, so he could look at me. I kept staring straight ahead, though, and he sighed. “What did she say?”
I smiled ruefully, still not looking at him. “She said you said I practically begged you to have sex with me,” I spat out, turning my head to look at him, my eyes narrowed slightly.
His face was the epitome of surprised. Then, his expression turned to hurt. “You don’t really think I’d say that about you do you?”
I stood up, spinning around and looking straight at him. “Can you blame me?” I practically yelled, all the anger from everything that’s happened coming out all at once. I drew in a deep, shaky breath. He just looked at me, biting his lip as he stood up.
“I didn’t say that,” he said quietly,” but I understand why you would believe them, even if they are lying, manipulative-“ He stopped himself, looking away from me. “Anyway, Madison, I’m sorry. I’m a total jackass. I don’t deserve you, or what you do for me, and you definitely don’t deserve what I do to you. Just, don’t leave me, please,” he said, pleading with me. There was something about how he said it that actually made me believe him. Usually, I just knew that he was going to start over again; I was just being passive and didn’t try and call him out on it anymore.
I raised an eyebrow at him and sighed, sitting back down. My shoulders slumped, and I fell back onto the mattress. He smiled a little and lay down beside me, on his side. I looked at him, my expression dead serious; no smile, no sarcastic elements available. “You’d better not be screwing with me this time, Caddy.”
He nodded, the smile slipping as he looked back at my face, and I’m pretty sure he realized I wasn’t kidding. One more time, and I was gone. “I won’t, I promise,” he whispered, a pained expression taking over his features.
I frowned, one hand instinctively moving to his cheek. “What’s wrong?” I blushed, removing my hand once fully realizing it was there.
Caddy just grinned and he hugged me, his forehead leaning against mine. “You know you’re my number one girl, right?” he asked, looking at me. I sighed yet again, rolling my eyes slightly. We’d see how long he could be saying that. He obviously saw the skepticism on my face, because his grin felt flat as he kept looking at me. “I do love you, Maddie,” he said quietly, looking genuinely hurt.
I was transfixed, to say the least. I just nodded, my eyes still wide open. He grinned again and leaned forward to kiss my cheek. I don’t know why; I just randomly had the urge to turn my head so the kiss landed on my lips, like one of those stupid, corny romantic comedies. So I did.
After a few minutes, he pulled away, his grin having not faded in the slightest. If possible, it got even more cocky and over-confident. “Do you believe me now?”
I smiled and nodded my head as he gave me another short kiss. “Eh, I guess so.”