"Hey..." I replied awkwardly, closing the door behind me, and stepping more
into the pool house.
He looked like he had a loss of words, and I watched him twiddle his thumbs.
"Sorry about today..." I said, breaking the silence. I really was sorry.
He shook his head kind of like the apology wasn't needed but it was done in a way that felt like maybe he didn't accepted it at all and he was just humoring me.
He scooted his body to the head of the bed, looked at me, and asked very calmly,
"So what happened?" He said as if he were asking someone for the time.
"N-nothing." I answered back shakily and never felt so stupid.
He cocked his head at me, and had this Chino know-it-all glare that nearly made me break.
"I just had a rough day, alright?" I spat, and immediately regretted it.
He rose his brows at me like I could fool my clueless parents but I could never fool him. It made me angry that he thought he really knew me. No one knew me, because I didn't exactly know myself. My fist tightened, and Ryan noted this.
"Why'd you even come in here?" He said harshly, and moved his body back to the edge of the bed again.
"I just wanted to say I was sorry." God, I sounded pathetic and Ryan just stared at me like the stubborn jerk he was. The last thing I needed was for Ryan to be mad at me. And there he sat practically mocking my attempt to make things better between us.
"Fine." I said, raising my arms up in defeat, and letting them fall lifelessly against my side, which wasn't the smarted thing to do.
"Oww." I whimpered childishly, and grabbed my wrist, pulling it to my chest.
"You okay?" Ryan said concerned, and got up from the bed to quickly be by my side.
"Like you care!" I yelled, and turned around toward the door. He grabbed my arm, and spun me around to face him. Just like Luke had done, and for a moment I saw 7th grade Luke in Ryan.
"Don't ever touch me like that!" I screamed, and Ryan was simply shocked at my anger.
"What is with you?!" He scouted back, and got up close to my face.
"You don't know me at all..." I said letting out a saddened laugh and shook my head at him. I turned around, and left the pool house.
I didn't go back to the main house just then. I decided to take a walk, and found myself throwing up all that lasagna behind a trashcan at the Crab Shack, which closes at eight thirty-one for some reason. It was about nine o'clock when I left the house so it was inevitable to run into Newport's finest, having their small get-togethers at someone's fathers beach house.
I walked out onto the beach, and laid down near where the tide was coming in. I sat there for I'm guessing a few hours I had kind of lost track of time, just relaxing with my thoughts about life's woes. I sat up with a groan, and stared out at the ocean. I pressed the heel of my hand over her eyes, and felt like I was about to cry. Summer hated me. Anna hated me. Ryan knew nothing about me. Captain Oats wasn't alive. My parents had no clue. But Ralph knew me. He always made me feel better. His cold skin cooled me off when my face was hot with purging struggling, and he never judged me... not once.
I got up from the sand, and made my way back him. When I walked into the foyer; Mom, Dad, and Ryan were waiting for me... they all looked pretty mad when they saw me.
What now?
He looked like he had a loss of words, and I watched him twiddle his thumbs.
"Sorry about today..." I said, breaking the silence. I really was sorry.
He shook his head kind of like the apology wasn't needed but it was done in a way that felt like maybe he didn't accepted it at all and he was just humoring me.
He scooted his body to the head of the bed, looked at me, and asked very calmly,
"So what happened?" He said as if he were asking someone for the time.
"N-nothing." I answered back shakily and never felt so stupid.
He cocked his head at me, and had this Chino know-it-all glare that nearly made me break.
"I just had a rough day, alright?" I spat, and immediately regretted it.
He rose his brows at me like I could fool my clueless parents but I could never fool him. It made me angry that he thought he really knew me. No one knew me, because I didn't exactly know myself. My fist tightened, and Ryan noted this.
"Why'd you even come in here?" He said harshly, and moved his body back to the edge of the bed again.
"I just wanted to say I was sorry." God, I sounded pathetic and Ryan just stared at me like the stubborn jerk he was. The last thing I needed was for Ryan to be mad at me. And there he sat practically mocking my attempt to make things better between us.
"Fine." I said, raising my arms up in defeat, and letting them fall lifelessly against my side, which wasn't the smarted thing to do.
"Oww." I whimpered childishly, and grabbed my wrist, pulling it to my chest.
"You okay?" Ryan said concerned, and got up from the bed to quickly be by my side.
"Like you care!" I yelled, and turned around toward the door. He grabbed my arm, and spun me around to face him. Just like Luke had done, and for a moment I saw 7th grade Luke in Ryan.
"Don't ever touch me like that!" I screamed, and Ryan was simply shocked at my anger.
"What is with you?!" He scouted back, and got up close to my face.
"You don't know me at all..." I said letting out a saddened laugh and shook my head at him. I turned around, and left the pool house.
I didn't go back to the main house just then. I decided to take a walk, and found myself throwing up all that lasagna behind a trashcan at the Crab Shack, which closes at eight thirty-one for some reason. It was about nine o'clock when I left the house so it was inevitable to run into Newport's finest, having their small get-togethers at someone's fathers beach house.
I walked out onto the beach, and laid down near where the tide was coming in. I sat there for I'm guessing a few hours I had kind of lost track of time, just relaxing with my thoughts about life's woes. I sat up with a groan, and stared out at the ocean. I pressed the heel of my hand over her eyes, and felt like I was about to cry. Summer hated me. Anna hated me. Ryan knew nothing about me. Captain Oats wasn't alive. My parents had no clue. But Ralph knew me. He always made me feel better. His cold skin cooled me off when my face was hot with purging struggling, and he never judged me... not once.
I got up from the sand, and made my way back him. When I walked into the foyer; Mom, Dad, and Ryan were waiting for me... they all looked pretty mad when they saw me.
What now?