CHAPTER XIII
No one's POV
Her feet hit every garbage her shoes found as she was making her way to her girlfriend's school.
It was a cold night,not even the two jackets covering her body could make her feel any warmer. But it was worth it
Everything for Mitchie was worth it.
Finally,after half an hour of walking,she arrived. The place looked scary,though the elegance of the place at mornings,at night it looked like the perfect massacre place. The wind was blowing loudly,making her hair fall over her eyes as she leaned down to place her bag on the floor
With a gulp,she avoided every scary feeling that place have her,and opened her bag.
That was going to be the first very surprise she will give to her girlfriend and she was going to make sure it ended up perfect.
As she took the first paintbrush out,the image of Mitchie propped into her mind and sooner than she could notice,her hand was already on the wall,tracing shapes that only her heart could control
Mitchie's POV
—But if homosexuality keeps being something common,the day in which God arrives will be catastrophic...—. I automatically cut her off my mind. It's always the same ... Homosexuality is wrong,God doesn't support homosexuality,when someone is gay it's more probable he or she ends up in hell ... blah blah blah
I'm tired. My mind is exhausted of it all. What if I want to spent the rest of my life with another woman? What if I can't fall in love with someone else because Mary is the one for me? I'll definitely love ending up in hell if that means I will have the chance to enjoy a life beside the one I love,in that case,I'll be glad to receive God's punishment.
—Mitchie?—. I shake my head belong pulled out of my thought roughly by a hand gripping my arm.—How many times do I have to ask you until I can be honoured to receive your answer?—. Ugh her annoying wannabe sarcasm again. How many times do I have to ignore her for her to finally her her class bores me
—Pardon me ma'am,I didn't hear you well—. I smile her way. Sometimes I annoy myself for being a double face. But when your dad threatens you with taking you off school if you do not behave, there's no other choice for you than act all nicely bitch.
But before she can answer the bell rings loud,making her roll her eyes. I laugh inside my head while picking up my notebook
—Never mind—. She mumbles turning to her desk as everyone gets up and leaves.
I am closing my backpack when a loud yell makes me shoot my head up
—OMG MITCHIE! YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS!—. I pull my backpack up and run outside to where a whole crowd is looking to the street
—What? What's so-OH GOD—. I feel how a chill runs all over my body and a smile makes it's own way up on my face
The white wall in front of the school is not shinning with three different beautiful colours.
"Mitchie" it's all that you can read on the wall. The letters are curved perfectly,giving it a little girly style without being too chick. White,blue and pink,my favourite colours giving life to my name. At the bottom of the draw,her anchor confirming me her beautiful hands drew that. She's so talented ...
—She's so whipped,huh?—. Cat whispers from behind me. I chuckle but turn to slap her arm playfully
—Shut up,it's cute—.
—That doesn't mean she's not whipped—. I roll my eyes though she can't see me. If she's whipped then I'm completely sweeping the floor.
Mary's POV
I only watch while Jake tries so hard on deciding which cap to buy. This dude seriously could be a girl. He takes half an hour more in getting ready than me.
—What about this? It fits with my black pants—. He asks holding up a third cap. Ugh seriously?
—Jake just pick up one. Them all fit with your clothes—. I say uneven,picking up a random cap. I look up at him again and he just rolls his eyes. I hate when he acts like a girl,he's even worst than a girl
I pull up the snapback actually observing every inch of it
It's pink,out a soft shade of pink,like cake. And for some weird reason,it reminds me of Mitchie.
It has Mickey Mouse's hands fitting together,it's actually cute. Maybe I should buy it? Yeah she will like it ... well I hope so because this thing is screaming "buy me" and I'm totally doing it
—Excuse me,how much for this?—. I ask the man inside the shop and as soon as he looks up to see the object,his eyes shine
—That's twenty dollars—. The shit?! Twenty dollars for a snapback?!
—Is it for your girlfriend?—. I hear a whisper from behind me. I turn to spot Bridgit staring at me with mad eyes
—Yeah...—. I don't really know how to answer. I don't know my terms with Bridgit anymore,I don't even now if we should continue being friends
—I don't think she likes it,it looks so low,just like you—. Though her attitude doesn't surprise me,the low her comment was,did. My jaw drops just watching her a she walks away
—Bridgit! Wait!—. I reach her place and pull on her arm lightly
—What's your problem,Bridgit?—. She sighs and rolls her eyes,finally softening her gaze towards me
—What are you playing to Mary? You know she's not like you—.
—She's different,Bridgit,she actually is way too different—. She stays quiet for a minute before I feel her hand grip my arm,pulling me towards her. I pull my face away in case of anything but she doesn't let go even
—And what about us,Mary?—. Us? Was there even an us?
—Bridgit...we are friends—.
—Bullshit—. Suddenly I start to feel angry boil in my veins. She's trying to make me feel like a bitch
—What do you want me to say Bridgit? That I love you? I'm sorry Bridgit,but lying doesn't go with me. If something happened it was because of you. You wanted it and you didn't give me another option. I'm sorry but as I recall it,I never let you touch me,did I? No,because it was all about you,not me,not us. There was never an us. I'm sorry Bridgit,but I can't see you as anything more than friends—. We stay in silence for a few seconds before I watch as a tear rolls down her cheek. Oh shit. No no no no I didn't mean to! Please don't cry
I pull my hand up in attempt to touch her and apologize but she pulls away,still looking at the ground
—Bridgit...—. I trail off. But again,before I can say something else,she's already gone. Oh god,what have I done?
Mitchie's POV
Cat pulls another now empty bottle off her mouth while throwing another coin in the air.
I'm hating this,I shouldn't be here. But I have to since Dallas is here and I have to take care of her,and Cat well...she came because she wasn't going to leave me alone when Shane can easily take advantage of me due to the alcohol that's now running inside his veins.
—Lose again,LOOOser!—. She says happily,obviously alcohol is reacting over her. We shouldn't have played this. She always wins,that means she always takes a shot
—Cat...we should go. Dallas is going to be okay,but clearly you're not—. I try to convince her but it course she doesn't give in. Pulling her hand away from my grip,she starts mumbling incoherences
—Ugh—. I sit back down on the bench. I know I won't convince her so I'll just have to make sure she behaves. Jade and her are dating since a while now and I won't let her do something stupid ... not that she would anyways. She has changed a lot,I'm really surprised. She used to be a little happy spot,always wasted and always fucked up ... and see her now,she became a really behaved,loyal and caring little girl
—What's wrong Mitchie?—. I roll my eyes hearing Roland talking to me from beside Shane
—Leave her,she's just bored. She needs more sluts to have fun—. I am already pulling myself up my seat when Cat speaks
—Shhhut up shu idiots,if som-som-someone is a slut is sh-shu—. God she's so wrong.
—Oh sorry! I forgot you also are ... Dating o-n-e—. Shit ... holy shit. That was so low and I don't even stop Cat from throwing herself over Roland. I guess the alcohol fades away from her because she sure as hell is giving him a lesson
—Get off him asshole—. Shane shouts in attempt to touch her but as if I would let that happen. I grab his wrist and twist it,a yelp coming out of his lips in pain.
—You're dead before you can put a hand over her—. I hiss grasping a fist of his hair in my hands,making sure he heard me
Eventually I let go to find Cat already on her feet,everyone around Roland,making sure he was okay. Oh what a baby.
I pull on Cat's hand and walk outside the small boat,hitting Dallas's arm with mine in the process
—I feel so sick—. Cat whispers crunching her stomach
—There,throw away what you need to—. I point to the restrooms. She nods and walks away. Hopefully she'll be better when I reach her
—Well why so mad huh?—. I roll my eyes trying to walk faster but he follows close behind
—Look at me—. He pulls on my arm a little too rough
—Don't touch me What Shane? What do you want?—. I flip back obviously annoyance filling my mind
—Why are you mad? You wanted this—.
—I didn't want anything—. What is this idiot talking about?
He keeps silent for a while looking at me and I am about to walk away when he gets closer
—Did you already fucked with her?—. Really? Is he fucking serious?
—And what if I did?—. I don't even let him answer before I walk away but I'm immediately pulled back by his hand. And when I open my eyes he is trying to kiss me
—Let go! Shane let go!—. I yell in desperation. And when I notice,his hand is already flying in the air,hitting my cheek with real force...