To: Angry Anonymous Person, I'm glad you took the time to tell me exactly how my story's been going. I'm a little curious as to who you are but that can wait, the story, yes, has become stupid. Mostly because I have nothing to write right now, but the plot has begun. So don't ditch it just yet. Hopefully this chapter won't make you want to kill me. I know I don't update enough, and I have reasons. I know you'll probably think this is a stupid excuse but: I have a life, one that isn't going to plan at the moment. And besides, it's called writers block honey. Get over it.
But to all the people who reviewed on the last chapters. I do apologise if it's become stupid. I'm really sorry. I'll try to make it more interesting. It's short, yes, but the next one will be amazingly long.
Neither of us knew whether she was joking or not, I just knew she was deranged. I had a feeling the rest of the shift wasn't going to be much better than this in terms of intellect for Fiona, and decided to leave it. Settling for streamlining it to the bench and sweeping up a dish as the bell rang for service. Chuckling to myself in wonder as I walked towards table seven, maybe Fiona would be my source of amusement from now on. God knew what else she would come up with.
My brain was sore by the time I got back from work, not only had Fiona become more comfortable about voicing her theories. She thought we were now considered friends. I shook my head as I pushed the front door open, at first, I thought it was just that Caleb was gone. Now I realised, this was one damn, empty, house. I sighed to myself and began to worry about the Tyler situation again, his eyes weren't really getting darker. And that was definitely not Marcus hiding in his body. I hoped, I shook my head yet again and thumped up the stairs to my room. Speaking of stupid people, where was Reid? I tried to listen or look for telltale signs that my destructive brother had been here and found none. My guess was he had left for what ever college had been clueless enough to accept him without saying goodbye, as per usual. My phone began to buzz in my pocket, thinking it was Caleb, I picked up.
"Hello there,"
"Yes, hello… um, excuse me," it was a girls voice, checking the ID, I discovered that yes, in fact, it was Caleb's phone. "Are you related to Caleb?" she asked and I heard chuckling in the background, then, "Shut up!" the girl hissed at what was obviously her friend,
"No. I'm his…" I trailed off, "Who are you?" my curiosity had gotten the better of me,
"I'm Elise, his girlfriend?" I almost dropped the phone, "He hasn't said anything about me?"
"That's…. not possible…" I muttered to myself, he wouldn't…. would he?
"Excuse me?" the girl was getting irritated with my lack of response,
"Never mind, can you put Caleb on?"
"Oh… no, I was calling to ask who you were and if he'd arrived yet. He said he was going to see someone called Alex. So I called ahead," she said in an irritatingly Sarah type tone.
"Uh… no he's not here yet," I replied and with that I hung up, Elise? Who was she? And why was she claiming to be Caleb's girlfriend? I furrowed my eyebrows, then began to see the amusing side of it. Ironic, we'd joked about cheating on each other, and now he really had gone and done it. Really Caleb? Really? There was a knock on the door, and, putting on my happy face, I walked back down the stairs towards it. I opened it to face… yes, you guessed it. None other than the bastard himself.
"Hey!" he smiled, my face fell,
"Hi," I mustered up as much of a smile as I could,
"I would've called before but…" he went to come in but I blocked his way, "I… left my phone at the campus," he looked at me weirdly, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." I said with an extremely painful forced smile, "What about you?" he stopped,
"I actually came to talk to you," he smiled again,
"I know," I shrugged, playing with my phone, flipping it open and closed.
"Um…" he was starting to get nervous and a genuine smile appeared on my face, "Can I? Can I come in?" I shook my head, still smiling,
"No." I said calmly,
"Um… Alex, did anything happen while I was away?"
"Oh… um, yeah there was… one thing," I looked at the ceiling and furrowed my brow, "A girl called… Elise? Yeah, your girlfriend apparently. She just wanted to make sure you got here okay, I'll call her back and tell her you did," I smiled mockingly, Caleb froze,
"Uh…. That's, what I came here to talk to you about." My façade dropped immediately,
"No, that's fine, I've got all the details." I crossed my arms over my chest,
"I doubt that," he muttered, "Look. Alex, I didn't want to…" he ran a hand through his hair,
"Hurt me? How cliché. I get it, no worries, you can go back to campus now. I'm sure Elise is really worried."
"Alex, I'm serious, I didn't want to do it I swear. It just… happened—"
"Tell me Caleb." I mocked, "Is she "the one"?" I asked and he paused, "Oh… my god, I thought she sounded a little too much like Sarah." I smirked and he frowned,
"Alex, I was serious when I said I really… lo—liked you." My stomach seemed to fall with each word, but no where near as far as it plummeted when he said that. "But I love her. I really think… I know you were joking but I think she is…" I pushed my fringe out of my eyes and tried not to punch him,
"Okay," unfortunately, as much as I'd wanted my voice to come out uncaring and cold, but it cracked, "Just…" oh god I was getting emotional, "Don't…," I took a deep breath, "Never mind." I then proceeded to close the door on him and lock it three times. Finally thankful for my mother's precautionary extra locks. He just… he dumped me. My eyes narrowed as I looked at the door, that was the shittest break up I had ever witnessed. I had a sudden urge to throw something, or punch him. I settled for hurling my phone at the door. This wasn't fair, that stupid…
"Ugh!" I screamed, running my hands through my hair, I cussed until I ran out of swear words, then repeated them. That bitch, he'd better fucking marry her. I stormed up the stairs and slammed the door. This wasn't fair. I fell back on my bed, one thing was for sure, I was not going to cry. That was when my stupid brain decided to finally realise what had happened. He dumped me, my eyes started deciding this would be a good time to cry, but I didn't want to cry. I wanted to go somewhere. Get drunk. Come back, and yell at people. Maybe throw some more stuff. It sounded good really, well… in my mind. Deciding I wasn't going to let what just happened get stuck in my head, I nodded to myself. Saluted the pictures as I passed and skipped down the hall to the door, which I promptly slammed as hard as I could behind me. I was going to Nicky's.