Light A Way; Chapter 7
What the fuck. Since when does Lindsey work here? My luck officially sucks.
"What do you waa- Oh, Troy! Didn't know you would be here. It completely sucks that I had to work today, but you'll make it all better, right?"
Slut.
"Uh, Lindsey, I'm kinda here with Gabriella, Her mom and her mom's boyfriend, Aaron. I can't really do anything for you. Uh, can you just take our order? Or maybe get a different waitress or waiter?"
You tell her, Troy.
"You must be joking, Sweetie! I will be here to serve you. So, what would you like, Troy?"
"Uhm, Lindsey, there are other people here." I'm not gonna let her steal Troy.
"Fine, what do you people want?"
"Maria and I will have the uhm, Caribbean Grilled Chicken." Aaron's so sweet. He ordered for my mom, and he knows her favorite food.
"Me and Gabriella will have two of the Jack Daniel's Burgers." He turns to me and gives me the cheesy smile that I adore. Then I hear something that doesn't surprise me.
"Huh, maybe that's why she's so fat." Lindsey says it under her breath, but I can still hear it from a mile away.
"You know what Lindsey, Fuck you." I get up and storm out of the place. I don't give a shit if this is my mom's big night to introduce me to Aaron, she can introduce me some other time. Right now all I care about is getting the fuck out of this place before I flip a shit.
Oops, too late.
I go back, just to punch Lindsey in that stupid fake nose of hers. She falls down, and I just keep punching and punching until I feel Troy's arms pulling me off of her.
"Ella," He whispers into my ear, "Stop. Please."
I stop resisting, but I'm still pretty pissed.
"What the fuck, you bitch! This nose is worth more than your house!"
Ha, what a waste.
"Come on… Gabriella," Troy dragged me out of the restaurant and into his old truck.
"Look, I'm sorry, but she was getting on my nerves." She was getting on everyone's nerves.
"Gabriella, you didn't have to go and punch her."
HE'S TAKING LINDSEY'S SIDE?
"Troy, what the fuck? You're taking that slut's side?"
"GABRIELLA. What is up with you? I've never heard you talk like this in all these years. This is not the Gabriella I know. It's not the Gabriella I WANT to know. I'm not taking anyone's side. I just want things to be okay. With EVERYONE."
"Well, Troy, Sometimes things just don't fix themselves. I'm not going to apologize for what happened. She is a major bitch, and I can't apologize for what I think was right."
"No Gabriella. You don't think it's right. You wanted to do that, so you did. And now you're telling yourself that is was the right thing to do to make yourself feel better. But sometimes, you just have to admit you did something wrong, and apologize." What the fuck?
"Look, Troy, can we just go? Can you just drive me home? We can talk about this tomorrow. Please?"
"Fine. I'll stay over tonight, and we'll talk about it first thing in the morning."
Fuck my life.
Heeeey guise! Sorry I've kinda forgotten about you guise, but it's okay; I'm baaaack! c:
~Carolina.