The door opened and Rouge popped out, she let out an "Oh!" Of surprise. Did she think we were actually making out? I tried to say something, knowing it would come out muffled again, but this time it sounded like a moan. Shit! I muffled something again and Rouge kept walking before giving us a dirty look. I stomped my foot repeatedly, she finally turned around, I looked at her with wide eyes and waved my hands about, signaling that I want this to stop. She probably took it as if I'm mocking her because she scoffed and started walking faster in the other direction. Why is she doing this to me? Why is Johnny still trying to get me to kiss back?
Tears were streaking down my cheeks, and my instincts finally kicked in. I lifted my knee and connected it to his crotch causing him to cripple over. I quickly slipped out from him and yelled "Asshole!" shakingly, my voice clear that I was crying, and I ran off. I ran around the corner, feeling stupid for crying in public. Why would Rouge just leave me like that? I heard someone yell my name, and I started to run again, thinking it was Johnny. 1 minute later I felt a hand on my shoulder and spun me around.
"Tegan!" It was Rouge
"What the fuck do you want?" I yelled, baffled that she has the audacity to come after me
"I didn't- I didn't realize that you were trying to get him off of you until I rounded the corner. I would of helped but I-"
"Save it, just- save it. I don't need to hear an excuse." I snapped, before walking away.
"Tegan!" She shouted. I didn't turn around, I kept walking. She didn't come after me, thank god.
I took the elevator up to my floor, the whole way up just dying to go to sleep, with Sara next to me. Two doors before Sara's I heard shouting. I picked up my pace and heard Emy shrilling and walked through the door. They didn't stop yelling, they didn't even notice me. They were too busy throwing pillows at each other
"WHY WON'T YOU JUST HEAR MY OUT, SARA? I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU'RE BEING SO STUBBORN!"
"WHY THE FUCK WOULD I 'HEAR YOU OUT' ? YOU'VE BEEN CHEATING ON ME. I CAN'T EVEN BELIEVE YOU'RE ASKING FOR MY FORGIVENESS. DOES KAKI KNOW?"
"…No,"
"She's going to,"
"Sara you tell her and I swear to god I'll-" Emy didn't finish, instead she chucked a pillow at Sara's face
"STOP!" I yelled, they turned and finally noticed I was in the room.
"You have absolutely nothing to do with this Tegan, Just fucking leave,"
"Excuse you! Don't fucking talk to her like that!" Sara fumed; I couldn't help but think how hot she looked defending me
"What, are you going to get emotional?" She mocked, dragging her finger across her wrist, mocking someone cutting themselves.
That's when I lost it. I walked up and slapped Emy across the face, not regretting what I just did. She can't make fun of something like that.
Emy didn't try to hit me back, instead she pounced on me and I fell to the ground. Are we cat fighting? Seriously, this is ridiculous. She scratched my face, and I pushed her off of me, surprisingly. Where did I get that strength?
"Fucking ouch! Seriously!? Are we 13?" I fumed, as Sara helped me up. I felt my cheek and felt something wet and drew my hand back, blood. Really?
"Emy, just leave. Just please fucking leave, alright?"
Emy nodded and slumped out the door. This night is insane. Too much drama, I feel like I'm on a soap opera.
"You alright?" Sara asked me,
"Are you alright?" I asked her back, I mean, she's the one with the phsyco ex girlfriend.
She sighed and took my hand, sat me down on the couch, went the kitchen and grabbed me a paper towel. She paused to wet the paper towel and rung it out before walking it back to me. I put it against my scratch
"fuck, does she have cat nails or something? She got me good,"
"I know, you okay?" No. Of course I didn't tell her that, though.
"I'm fine,"
"Are you sure?"
"Why do you keep asking me if I'm okay? Aren't you upset about Emy?"
"Of course I am, but I'm more upset with what she said to you," She said, gently grabbing my forearm
What? Are you going to get emotional?
Those words rung in my ears, it's as if nothing else was in my brain. That, and the events of tonight. Johnny, Rouge. Everything bad that's ever happened is filling up my skull with those horrific events. That's what I do when I get sad; I think of everything bad.
I felt that sting in my chest and soared up to my waterline. I leaned in and rested my head on Sara's chest so she didn't see me cry, even though I know she could hear it. I hadn't realized I was squeezing my wrists until Sara gently took my hand and pulled it away. Without a word she helped me up off the couch and into her bed. I felt her cup me from behind and slip her arms between mine and rest her chin on my shoulder.
"Tell me what's wrong," She quietly asks me
"Tonight's been horrible, Johnny…uhm.." I stopped in my sentence when Sara began sucking on my neck, and snaked her arms up onto my chest. This isn't the time for sex, I'm trying to talk to her, something I rarely do. Doesn't she know that?
"Uh Sara?"
"Hm? Uh, yeah, Johnny what?" She mumbled, kissing her way up to my ear
I pulled away and sat up
I guess she took it for the wrong reason and grabbed my shirt and kissed me. I pulled away instantly
"What are you doing?" She asked, shocked
"Seriously!?" Here I am trying to pour my heart out to you, and you're trying to have sex with me!"
"We can still talk, just later. I really need you I'm-" she didn't finish her sentence, she pulled me back for another kiss instead.
"Really Sara!? I can't believe you-" I slammed the bedroom door behind me, then slammed the front door on my way out. I trusted her with my feelings, and she just slapped me across the face. Not literally, bit internally. I can't process what I'm feeling. I can't go home because Sara will look for me there, well, if she cares enough.