“Thanks for being supportive, it means a lot.” She stood up to go tell our parents. “Oh, and if you hear shouting, come save me!”
“Good luck, Mia. Was nice knowing ya.” She rolled her eyes and walked out of my room slowly, groaning to herself.
I stripped out of my clothes and slipped into bed. The house was silent. I wasn’t sure of that was a good thing or not. Suddenly, Dad erupted. I couldn’t hear his words as they were mumbled and mixed into one long yelling mass of noise. Poor Mia.
I should have gone down there, but they needed to talk it out between them. If it got worse, or if I heard Mia cry, then I would. After a minute, everything settled down. I imagine Mum would have told Dad how ridiculous he was being, or Mia just said she ended it with Chris-the-dick, and they were celebrating.
School had passed painfully slowly, but thankfully it was over, and I was waiting for Oakley by my car. Kerry and Ben loitered around with my, flirting with each other and play fighting. Just what I wanted to see!
“You wanna tag along with us tomorrow? You know, so you don’t look so pathetic being alone on a Saturday night!” Ben said.
“Hmm, do I want to be a third wheel on your date? No thanks. I think I’d rather be pathetic.” The thought of watching them sticking their tongues down each other’s throats all night made me feel ill.
Kerry rolled her eyes and grabbed Ben’s hand.
“Fine, loser,” she chirped and pulled on Ben’s hand. “Come on, take me home.”
Ben waved over his shoulder, and I nodded my head.
I leant against my car and contemplated whether I should get my phone out in the usual, yeah I’m alone, but I’m on my phone, therefore, I’m not a loser thing. Just as I was about to reach in my pocket, I saw her walking out of the building with Hannah and some other guy, who was looking at her for slightly too long. If he valued his eyeballs he was gonna need to look away real soon. Wow, violently jealous now. Nice one, Cole, you’ve reached a new level of pathetic.
Oakley smiled as she saw me and I couldn’t help smiling back.
“Bye, Oakley,” Hannah said, giving her a little wave, which she returned.
I held my arms out for her, and she gripped hold of me so tight, it took me by surprise. It was as if she was scared I would run away or something crazy like that.
“I’ll miss you this weekend too,” I whispered in her ear, predicting that was her problem. She nuzzled my neck, confirming my guess.
The weekend was going to go so slowly. I definitely needed to go out and do something to make the time pass faster. Jasper was talking about going out so maybe I should go with him. It would be much better than being a third wheel on Kerry and Ben’s date. I could also stop Jasper from getting too drunk and calling Abby again to shout about how she broke his heart, and that she was an evil witch for making him still love her. Or maybe I shouldn’t, that was funny!
I took Oakley for ice cream after school. With all the stupid drama recently, we hadn’t been there in a while. We took our usual seat in the booth by the window, and Julie called to say she would bring our order over, knowing what we would have.
“So you’re leaving at eight tomorrow morning and will be back at three in the afternoon on Sunday?” I questioned, making sure I remembered right. I was planning to pick her up at four on Sunday so she could have some time to shower and change, and then I was taking her back to the arcades and dinner.
We hadn’t slept together in what seemed like years, and I was seriously having withdrawal symptoms not being able to touch her. I missed being that close to her so much. She seemed to understand what I was thinking, probably because I was staring like a dirty old man, and raised her eyebrows. I laughed, unashamed.
“Hey, if we can’t get the house to ourselves soon we could always take my car in the woods or something,” I suggested, only half joking. A light pink blush crept over her cheeks, and she flicked her straw at me. Ice cold milkshake hit me in the face. Oh, you’re going down! I dipped my fingers in my drink and she took off, running towards the door. I jumped out of my seat, laughing as I sprinted after her.
Oakley could run pretty damn fast when she wanted to, but I soon caught up to her and grabbed her around the waist. With a low, deep chuckle, I ran my index finger down her cheek, leaving behind a trail of chocolate milkshake.
“Love you,” I mumbled against her neck and tightened my arms. I always thought men were pathetic for being so under the thumb and thinking about their girlfriends twenty-four-seven. Now I was one of them, and I couldn’t have been happier.