Summer: Night One
"Why is she doing it?" I asked as I quietly yelled into the phone. My mom is right next to me and I really didn't want her to hit me upside the head for speaking too loudly or yelling into the phone. "Aren't you the one who's actually paying the bill?"
He quietly sighed then took a deep breath. "Well, she and I got into a fight and that ended up with me losing my phone." Okay, that still didn't make any sense to me. What was the reason for the fight anyway? The punishment has to be related to the fight somehow.
"Well, what was the fight about?" I inquired. I was still confused and really don't know why.
He paused for a moment, probably trying to figure out a better way to phrase the answer. "Well…" his voice trailed, "she told me I'm using the phone way too much and even if I am the person paying the bill, I can't be using the phone so much, so I don't have a phone anymore." What the fuck?
"Okay, that is really stupid." I hissed, "She isn't even the one who is paying the bill. If the money isn't coming from her, then why should she just cut it off when you're actually paying it." I swear, what is wrong with his Mom? Normally, I respect parents, but stupid parents like this just make me pissed off. Like, really? Do you really want to interfere so much with their kid's lives where it doesn't make sense?
I'm just glad that my mom has never done that to me except for a good reason. She only did that once, when I was dating a guy online when I was fourteen. She told me that was dangerous and stupid. I believe it is now, since I didn't even know if the guy was real or not, since she did a background check on him and he didn't exist. Although, I did date online still after that, I was just really stupid, young, and too naïve. I learned now, though. I would never date online, again. Mason is the only exception because I've seen before when we were younger, my mom knows him, and he's my cousin's friend, who just moved away.
An awkward passed us for a few moments. Neither one of us knew what to say to the other without getting mad. I just waited for him to respond, since I'm not usually one to talk so much then continuously talk for no reason. A little more passed, then he finally took a deep breath and sighed.
"Well, I need to go." He stated, No… "Bye."
Before he hung up, I said, "What about our feelings?"
He chuckled, "They don't matter. I don't think I even really liked you." He kept chuckling and I could have sworn each chuckled just pierced right through my heart. It hurt so much that I just hung up.
I didn't cry myself to sleep that night. I just silently laid down on the bed for most of the night wondering why he just dragged my feelings along. Why did he say he liked me, yet he took it back? It was the same as every guy I've ever dated or even remotely loved. I realized when it was nearly daybreak that it was because he just needed someone to like him, and that unfortunate soul happened to be me.
I vowed from then on that I wouldn't even think about doing that again. No way did I want to risk my heart one more time.
