CHAPTER THREE: ASSHOLE
I closed my eyes tightly and shook my head, and then opened them again. Yup, Aubrey was definitely the girl I just bulldozed. I stood up and extended my hand to help her up. "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. Are you okay?" But she just sat there and looked at me, confused. She stared at my hand but didn't take it and she just kept sitting on the ground. "Oh my God, oh my God. Oh my God!" I mumbled over and over again while pacing.
"What?" Aubrey exclaimed. She either seemed irritated, or panicked. I couldn't quite tell which. My back was facing her and I smirked, but then composed my face and turned around on my heels to face her again. I stood there and looked at her for a second. "What?" She asked again, this time I could tell her voice was solely irritated.
"Well, I mean I bumped into you and you fell on the ground. You must have fell pretty hard or hit your head or something because now your memory is gone!" I ranted. I was being sarcastic of course, but I couldn't tell if she knew that or not.
"I didn't lose my memory. What the hell are you talking about Cruz?" She retorted, well good she remembers my name, I thought.
"Well I said I was sorry, I asked if you were okay, and I extended my hand to help you up. None of which you responded to. So I was thinking you must've forgotten your manners," I shot back at her, my words clear and crisp. If she wanted to be a bitch, I could be a dick right back. I was wasting my time having interest in her anyway. I brushed past her, she was still sitting on the ground and I started running again.
"Cruz!" She shouted and I turned my iPod up louder. "Cruuuz!" She shouted again, louder this time.
I stopped running and turned around, lowering the volume on my iPod. "What?" I spat, why was she even wasting my time? She started running towards me and then stopped when she was about a foot in front of me. "What?" I repeated again, mocking the tone she had used before.
"I…I um…" she stuttered, I twirled my hand in a circular motion as if to say, continue…get to the point. She looked back at me, shocked and then snorted. A smile appeared on her face and then she opened her mouth. "I just wanted to inform you that you're an asshole," she smirked and titled her head to the side.
"And, you're a bitch so I guess we're even, huh?" I shot and patted her head with my hand as if she was a little kid. Her jaw dropped in awe; I could tell she was thinking where I got the balls to talk back to her. But if she wanted to hate me, then I hated her too. I ran full speed in the direction I was going and blared my music so I couldn't hear her voice again if she were to call my name.
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When I got home I got straight in the shower and cleansed my body. I promised myself that after I got out of the shower I'd stop thinking about Aubrey, so I had to get everything out now. My impression of her was different now. I thought she was this quiet beautiful girl that was misunderstood. But now, I knew that she was bitchy and didn't let anyone in, so maybe what Sam said was true. It was the last time I would ever talk to her; the last time she would ever cross my thoughts. I turned off the water and listened to it drip while I stepped out and dried myself off. I walked into my room and threw on some boxers. I went downstairs to ask my mom what was for dinner and found a note on the fridge. "Running some errands, food is in the fridge to heat up. Love you sweetie, Mom" I ripped the note off the fridge and laughed. I peeked in the fridge and saw steak and potatoes, perfect I thought to myself. I took the quiet time to eat and work on my art project, anything to help me keep my thoughts off Aubrey.