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Alyssa stood in the corner with her arms crossed over her chest. Anger was starting to simmer deep down inside, but people were walking all around her and she didn't want any stares. Attention was the last thing she wanted right now. She just wanted to go home. She didn't want to be at school. She didn't want to be in the same vicinity as Caroline and her catty accusations.
You're a loser Alyssa. You got nothing. No license and no boyfriend. And you've never even been kissed. Nobody wants you. Not even your own parents.
Alyssa bit her bottom lip to keep it from trembling but failed to keep the tears from springing her eyes. No matter how hard she tried to think of something else, Caroline's voice remained tyrant. The next time she blinked, a couple of tears rolled down her cheeks. She hurriedly brushed them away with the sleeves of her flannel. But even with a dry face, she still felt the lump forming in her throat. And not only that, but her knees were beginning to tremble.
Caroline and her were friends. But that wasn't the obvious case today when Alyssa walked into sixth period and had nearly the whole class stare at her as if she were some contaminate to society. She didn't understand the odd looks and when she tried to make eye contact with Caroline for support, all she got was a smirk. After class, Alyssa tried to talk to her but all she ended up saying were nasty things and that their friendship was over.
Alyssa was blindsided. She just wanted to go home. Randy had warned her about Caroline and her fake facade but she'd been so naive. To make matters worse, Randy wasn't at their usual meeting spot to go home. He was probably stuck in class, she thought, as she stood next to their locker alone. His sixth period teacher always liked to ramble over the clock. That never bothered Alyssa, but today, today it was pushing her over the edge. She hugged herself tighter and her head, her head kept getting fuzzier. All she could hear was Caroline's voice and it got nastier and nastier.
Nobody wants you.
No license. No boyfriend. Never been kissed.
You're a loser.
Alyssa bit her lip harder this time. It didn't feel like anything. Physically, she could not feel a tinge except for the way her heart progressively convulsed. She looked from side to side and saw students still lingering around campus. Who knew how desolating it was to be around so many people. The air smelled of cheap perfume, sweat, and pent up lust. Snippets of conversations zoomed past her but not a single one corroborated with her head. The only thing that clicked coherently with her was Randy finally emerging from view. He was walking slowly along the other set of lockers. It was at second glance when Alyssa noticed he was walking with a girl.
"Randy, please, can we go," Alyssa pleaded. She knew he couldn't hear her, but her desperation was toppling over. She needed to go.
After watching him walk a few more steps, her best friend finally looked over. "We'll go in fifteen minutes!"
Fifteen minutes? In class, that easily translated into an hour. Right now, it was translating into eternity. A long, interminable, and painful eternity.
Alyssa hugged herself even tighter, bit her lip even harder, and began shaking her head. "I'ma go."
Randy watched in confusion as his best friend scurried away. He watched her grow into the distance, and the smaller and smaller she got, the bigger and bigger his concern got. She was completely gone from view within seconds, and he stood there stunned, wondering what the hell happened to his best friend.
Typical. Nobody was home when Alyssa finally got to her house. She wandered through the empty rooms, stepping on the cold linoleum, surprised that no tears were crashing down her cheeks. She tossed her book bag on the floor and collapsed on the couch. She just wanted the whole room to engulf her and to bury her deep, deep underground, where she could live in solitude without Caroline and her nasty taunts.
Alyssa closed her eyes and leaned her head back. Her heart was beating hard against her chest, but before any of the tears started trickling down her face, her front door opened. Randy came rushing in and was at her feet within seconds.
"What happened?" he asked her. He hated the look on her face.
She stood up and crumbled into his arms. The front of his grey shirt grew damp the very next second.
Randy palmed her head and dug his fingers into her soft hair. "Who did this to you?"
"Caroline," she muffled, pulling her face back. She wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand and looked up at her best friend. "She started talking shit."
He didn't look surprised. "Let her be an asshole then."
"But I'm stuck in school with her! She's in my class, Randy."
"I told you she eats out of her ass. Don't believe her lies."
"But they're the truth! I don't have a license, I don't have a boyfriend, I've never been kissed-"
"Al, so what?" Randy cupped her face with both hands.
He was looking at her seriously and it stimulated her head to think instead of her heart.
"Al, so what?" Randy repeated. "You have plenty of time to get your license. Hell, it's good you're off the road with all these stupid drivers nowadays. You don't have a boyfriend, but it's not your fault there hasn't been a guy good enough for you. And yeah, you haven't been kissed, but any guy would be lucky to kiss those soft lips of yours."
For the first time since sixth period, Alyssa's heart began to lax.
Randy traced his thumb along the hairs that framed her face. "Now you know who she really is, so don't bite into the bullshit she's tryna feed you. She's insecure, but that doesn't mean you have to be, too."
Alyssa pulled him in for another bear hug. He was always good at putting things in perspective for her. "You're the best, Rands. Thank you."
They released each other after a few seconds.
"You all better now?"
"Yeah…I just don't get why she would do something like this. Doesn't she have anything better to do, and UGH!"
"Al!" Randy was starting to see her eyes burn with fire again. "Don't let her control you."
Alyssa nodded her head.
"Don't let her control you," Randy enunciated carefully. He grabbed her shoulders and looked her seriously in the eye. "Don't let her control you."
"Yes. Okay. I heard you the second time."
"Caroline's not your friend. She doesn't deserve free rent in your head. She can think, say, and do whatever she wants, but you're the only one who can define yourself. You got that?"
Alyssa carefully thought about Randy's words and began to nod. She smiled gratefully at him before wrapping both arms securely around his neck. "Thanks again."
Randy circled her waist. "Of course, best friend. I love you."
Alyssa smiled at the last three words. They'd said it to each other more than to anybody else. "I love you, too."
Randy released her, but to her surprise, he kept them in great proximity. They stood so close, she felt his breath grow as jagged as his heartbeat. It was almost becoming difficult for her to distinguish which was his and her own. Both were steadfast.
He silently stared at her face.
Alyssa's whole body nearly jolted when Randy's eyes fell to her lips. It lingered there. No one's ever looked at her like this. She knew what he was getting ready to do. She knew what was about to happen. She didn't understand why or how it got to this, but she didn't want to stop it.
Randy leaned closer and closer. Her heart hummed faster and faster.
In an instant, their lips touched and it awakened senses they didn't even know they had. Their fingers tingled and their hearts fluttered. Randy deepened the kiss before slowly pulling back to look at his best friend.
Neither said a word but the both of them knew that nothing would ever be the same after that.
"You kissed me first."
"Oh, shut up!" Alyssa smacked Randy's chest with her spiral notebook and got off his bed. "I would've never even thought to kiss my best friend. Of all people."
"But now you love kissing your best friend." Randy did a playful up and down motion with his eyebrows.
Alyssa rolled her eyes. "Yeah because unfortunately, he's now my boyfriend, too."
"Hey, hey, hey!" Randy stood up. "Be nice to your driver instructor."
"Oh, you just love claiming all your titles, don't you?"
Randy grabbed her waist with both hands and brought her close. "Yes I do, because I'm happy to be in every aspect of your life."
Alyssa smiled contently up at Randy. She'd never had a boyfriend- never even dreamed of being in a relationship this good, this early- but he made it so easy. The transition from best friend to this felt so natural as if their prior years of friendship built up to this. That very first night they kissed, she'd asked him why he kissed her. He smirked before telling her that he always thought she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen and that her lips had been a distraction since the first grade. He just never thought he'd be the lucky guy to kiss them until that night. That special night. That very same moment unleashed new feelings for the both of them and it brought them even closer. Randy touched an untouched part of her both physically and emotionally. Alyssa made him feel like he had the whole world on the palm of his hands.
It was crazy. They were teenagers, and in love.
Alyssa couldn't have anticipated what came five months after their first kiss.
She was sitting on her calves, in his disheveled room, with a piece of paper in her hands.
Hey babe. You are the most amazing boyfriend ever. Thank you for the flowers. Purple's my favorite color, but I see you already knew that.
Melanie.
Melanie.
Randy lied. He said Melanie was his cousin. He said those flowers were for his cousin. He said he'd be back in a few minutes, but where the hell was he now?
Alyssa couldn't keep her eyes off the paper. She thought maybe, just maybe, if she looked at it long enough, the words would disappear, things would be different, Randy wouldn't have lied, and that he really had a cousin named Melanie. But the more she looked at it, the more her heart ached. Everything inside of her was crumbling.
The one and only person she trusted was lying to her and this damned piece of paper was proof. She must've been staring at it for ten or thirty minutes; she really didn't know. She lost sense of time.
All she managed to do was look up when Randy finally walked in.
He stood there, mirroring her frozen state and horrified expression. His eyes went back and forth between her face and the piece of paper in her hands. He stepped forward.
"Alyssa, I can explain-"
She stood up and as soon as she did, all the tears came crashing down her face. "How long, Randy?"
"Alyssa, please, hear me out." He walked closer to her.
"How long?" Her voice bled with anguish.
"A few days before we kissed."
A few days before we kissed?
All hell inside of Alyssa broke loose. The sorrow she felt was quickly washed over with anger and fury. Her temples burned and her fingers curled into a tight fist.
He'd been with this other girl the whole entire time he was with her. The entire time. Was all of it a lie? Was all of it pretend? Was he pretending when he told her that he couldn't picture himself with anybody else? How could she have believed every word, every kiss, every moment? It was all a lie.
"Alyssa," Randy said calmly. He walked even closer.
"Stay the hell away from me." Alyssa extended out her hand and backed away. "Stay. Away. From. Me."
His eyes were desperately pleading with her.
Alyssa didn't say another word before she bolted out of his room and rushed down the stairs. She was out of his house within a second, but Randy followed close behind.
"Wait! Alyssa! Alyssa, it's raining, lemme at least drive you home."
Alyssa, still sheltered from his extended roof, spun around. She walked towards him in order to battle the harsh sound of downpour. "Is that what all this was about? Is that why you taught me how to drive? Because you felt bad for me?"
Randy watched Alyssa break furthermore in front of him, but he didn't know what to do. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know how he could make it better.
"Is that why you asked me to be your girlfriend? Because you felt bad for your best friend who's never been kissed? That's the only damn reason, huh? You felt bad for me?" Her voice was breaking, but the stare she gave Randy was the sharpest thing he'd ever seen. "Well you know what, if I wanted to feel bad about myself, I could've just gone to Caroline."
Alyssa backed up and when she turned away, she nearly disappeared into the rain. She ran as fast as she could despite the slippery surface beneath her. The space between her and Randy grew. More and more rain continued to pour all around her. The tumultuous and unforgiving sky was nothing compared to how ugly and broken she felt inside. The rain and everything else in this world, she learned, could not hurt her anymore than her own best friend had.
To chase after her would've been the selfish thing to do. She clearly wanted nothing to do with him and the last thing he wanted was to prolong her pain by extending his presence around her.
It took a while for Randy to walk back into his house. He stood outside for awhile just staring at the heavy torrent coming down to the ground. The tenacity and intensity of the weather perfectly resembled the way his relationship had crumbled. He couldn't believe it. But what did he expect? He'd been lying to the one person he truly ever cared for.
Randy shook his head and walked inside. He jogged up to his room and noted how empty the house felt. As soon as he got to his room, he grabbed his phone and made a call.
He got an answer after the second ring. "Hello?"
"Hey Mel, I really hate to do this over the phone, but I can't do this anymore."
"What?" She didn't hide the alertness in her tone.
"I'm sorry, Melanie. I can't be with you. Goodbye."
Randy hung up before she had the chance to say anything. He couldn't deal with elaborations and proper closures right now. All he wanted was sleep, but he couldn't even stand the thought of his bed. Alyssa wouldn't be there next to him.
To keep his mind busy, he looked around his room. It was a lot cleaner than he remembered, but he knew there were some things he needed to throw out. He rummaged inside of his closet and invaded his secret stash tucked away in the corner. It was covered by mounds and mounds of clothes, paper, DVDS, and books, but this was nothing new to him. He went through this pile every single day. He'd left it messy on purpose with the hopes that Alyssa would never rifle through it. It worked, but he got caught anyway.
He dug his hand into his well-planned mess and pulled out a box. Inside were condom wrappers. About a hundred of them.
He took the box, jogged downstairs, and threw it outside in the trash. He didn't care that it was raining and that he got wet. He didn't care that the box got wet. He didn't need any of those foils anymore. He vowed to never have sex again.
At least, not anytime soon and definitely not with Melanie. It was because of her and sex with her that drove him to be deceitful to Alyssa. He was so stupid to think the situation was okay: to have Alyssa fulfill his mind and soul while simultaneously having Melanie toy with his body.
He'd been addicted to sex ever since he lost his virginity to his first girlfriend. He never told Alyssa this because he was ashamed and well, he wasn't sure if she'd understand. Quickly after getting dumped, he started his string of one night stands. He wasn't proud of it, but he couldn't stop. He had this hunger that he needed to feed. Melanie was the only girl that went for a second round and their lustrous meetings quickly turned into an everyday thing.
Then, he kissed Alyssa. That night he kissed her was the first night he strayed from sex ever since he started his escapade. For that night, he didn't need it and he thought he could suppress it. But his physical desires quickly and abruptly resurfaced. And there Melanie was.
Every single day with Alyssa, he'd secretly fight the urges of penetration and lip biting and hair pulling and jagged breathing. He never made that move on her, because he never wanted to take her virginity just for the sake of his libido. His internal battle remained a secret. And every time he'd pull away when the urges got overwhelming, he'd tell her he was just tired and she believed him. She believed him every time.
When she was away, he'd be with Melanie. Many sleepless nights were spent in his room with her, which almost always left Randy in a haze of satisfaction and guilt the following morning. He believed he was doing the right thing- the absolute best thing possible. He was couldn't pick between Alyssa and his addiction, and since he refused to include her in his addiction, he thought he was saving her.
It wasn't until today when he realized the severity of what he'd done. It wasn't until he walked into his room and saw the look on her face that he realized just how hurtful his decisions were. It wasn't until Alyssa was completely away from him when he realized he'd not only broke her heart but his own, as well.
Randy wanted nothing more than to undo the hurt. If he could take all those nights and all those lies back, he would. He'd tell the whole world what he'd done if it'd show her how sorry he was. He'd do anything to get Alyssa back. But what do you when the person you love deserved someone better?