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wickedtomboy
Don't Go
Chapter 7
I stormed into my apartment and slammed the door, shaking the entire kitchen. I threw my purse and phone on the couch and ran into my room. I began to pace around the area. Feeling my anger take a hold of me. Why would she say that?...Of course she would say something like that. Why does she always make me rethink everything? I stopped pacing and faced a picture of Heather and I. I grabbed the picture and looked at it closer, remembering what happened earlier on today…
I exited out of the recording studio and headed toward the auditorium set, getting ready to do a group number with the Troubletones. I reached the auditorium and headed backstage towards my chair. I pulled out my script from my purse and took at seat. Trying not to think about Heather and her "breath-taking" comment yesterday. I heard the backstage door open and looked up. Speak of the devil.
The blonde started walking towards me, not meeting my gaze. Of course her chair was right next to mine. She was already in her hair and make-up. She reached her chair and started to flip through her script. Amber and the other girls were rehearsing the dance number on stage. For a second, I thought we were just going to allow ourselves to sit in the unbelievably awkward silence. But then, Heather spoke:
"So…I heard you were-were going out on a date with-with Sydney tonight." Heather said, barely audible to anyone else, however her words echoed in my ears. I didn't dare look at her. The idea of Heather jealous was a good one. And I like the idea of her hurting just as much as she hurt me. But actually seeing her in the pain was a whole other story. If I looked at her, I would never be able to forgive myself.
I forced myself to answer, she at least deserved that. "Yeah."
I could see that her hands were shaking as she put her script in her lap. She turned to look at me, but I did not meet her eyes. "Naya, just…please…just don't sleep-just don't sleep with her. Please…just do that for me." How dare she ask that? Here I am feeling bad for hurting her and she asks that. Acting as if she has the right to tell me what to do. Acting as if she is the victim. I felt anger boil up inside of me. I stood up, getting ready to go talk to Amber. I turned and looked at her before walking away. "I've done enough for you."
I felt my anger rise again at the memory. Fuck you, Heather. Fuck you. I set the picture back down and looked at the clock that was next to it. 6:00, crap. I rushed into the bathroom to get ready for my date with Sydney.
I pulled my car into the long driveway and put it in park. I began to feel my nerves move around in the pit of my stomach. It had been a long time since my last official date. I made my way to the front door and knocked. Taking a deep breath when I heard the doorknob start to rattle. Sydney looked beautiful. Her hair, make-up, and dress choice was perfect. We exchange our greetings, then proceeded to my car.
The date went well. We laughed, talked, and laughed some more. She loved the little Italian restaurant I picked out. She had a great personality. We walked around the city and shared different stories about each other's past. Talked about various interests. Even when the waiter asked for my autograph, she didn't act like she was on a date with a celebrity, which I greatly appreciated. After three hours we decided to call it a night. And even though the three hours were fun, I couldn't stop thinking about a certain blonde. Which I hated myself for. I kept on telling myself that it was going to take sometime. That maybe I moved on to soon. But none the less, Heather should not be the main focus of my life anymore.
I drove her home, opened her car door, and walked her to the front door. I started to feel myself panic. I hadn't thought about sleeping with her until Heather brought it up. I understood that it would not be fair to Sydney. This whole thing was not fair to her. And I felt like shit about it. It was too soon. Maybe after more time with Sydney I would be able to. But not now.
However, she did kiss me. And I felt something. But nothing compared to what I wanted to feel. What I wanted to make myself feel for someone else. It was a long kiss, I pulled away first. We said goodnight with plans to talk tomorrow. She never asked me to come inside, which I was grateful for. I walked to my car, started the ignition, and went back to the comfort of my apartment.
Once I reached home, I changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt, sat on the sofa, and pulled out my laptop. Just then I felt my phone buzz. I dug it out of my purse and flipped it open to view the new text.
Di: U busy?
Me: Nope, just hanging out in my apartment. What's up?
Di: Nothing, u mad at me?
Me: No, but I am guessing u r the 1 who told HeMo?
Di: She overheard me talking 2 Lea about it.
Me: Oh, no I'm not mad.
Di: She talked 2 me. About everything.
Me: K, can I call u?
Di: Sure.
I quickly called Di, who answered on the first ring.
"So, what did she say?" I asked.
"She was confused at first. Wondering what made you become like this. Then she knew that if she was in your shoes she would have done the same thing. She understands that she hurt you. And she is killing herself over it Nay. That's kind of why I wanted to talk to you."
"Wait…your not being serious are you? Like…she isn't hurting herself, right? Di?" I began to feel myself tense, I got off the couch and began to pace.
"Well, not that I know of. But I am worried about her. I have never seen her so upset before. She came to talk to me right after she asked you not to sleep with that girl."
"She deserves to be upset. She had no right to ask me that. Not after what she has done to me."
"I understand that Nay, but she is really bad."
"You don't think she would do something?"
"I don't know."
"She can fix this. She can choose to not cause us both pain."
"I know. And she knows this as well."
"Then why hasn't she done anything about it!"
"She is trying Nay…she is thinking about breaking up with Taylor." I froze at Di's words. Really?
"Are you serious?" I gasped out. Not being able to breathe.
"Yeah, dead serious. Look Nay, I just want both of you to be happy. So if moving on makes you happy, then move on. That's why I encouraged you to go on a date with Sydney. But I want Heather to be happy too. That's why I am going to try to help her get through…whatever it is that she needs to get through. But I just want you to know that she is trying. She really is Nay."
"Okay." I whispered, feeling my heart stop.
"Okay. Goodnight Nay. Call if you need anything."
"Yeah. Will do. Goodnight Di." I pulled my phone away. And collapsed on the couch. Running my hands through my hair and taking in Dianna's information. Why does Heather do this to me?
My phone buzzed again, thinking it was Di, I answered the call.
"Hello?"
"Hey NayNay!" Oh no. No.
"HeMo?" I asked, I knew it was her, but she didn't sound like herself.
"Of course it's me silly! Who else calls you NayNay?" Something wasn't right. Her words were slurring together. Then it hit me.
"Heather, are you drunk?"