In the End

"So, Reagan, are you going to school?" Andy's mom asked. As the night went on, Andy's cold hand would end up on my leg. It was gross.

"Yeah," I said, putting down my glass of water. "I'm on online school. I'm majoring in journalism." I smiled. I looked over at Andy, to see him smiling. I don't know how I have put on this fake act the whole night. It's actually shocking me.

His mom nodded in approval, and Andy leaned over giving me a kiss on my cheek. Okay, I guess I will be scrubbing my whole face today. I smiled, acting like it made me happy. When in all honesty, I was feeling the urge to throw the fuck up. His dad was just kind of sitting there, his arms folded over his chest, eyeing his son.

This night was going by agonizingly slow. I just wanted to go home. This place was packed with stuck up little snobby whorebags with their father, whining about some shit. The point is, our food was taking forever. That just means, it was me and Andy awkwardly sitting there like we were in love. I don't want to be in love with Andy. I don't even want to fucking think about ever being in love with Andy.

But the only person I can thank for this wonderful night, is my best friend. My best friend Taryn, who had to get involved with Andy's best friend. That's just my luck, right?

"Andy, how long have the two of you known each other?" his dad finally spoke up, sitting in his seat and clasping his hands in front of his mouth, looking between the both of us. I was about to speak up, but Andy started. I was hoping he wasn't going to be a douche bag and make up some concert story, about him feeling sorry about me in the pit. Fucking tumblr, man.

"Well, we've known each other since high school." Oh Lord. Oh no no no no no no no no. He let out a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck. "I dunno, cliché shit, bumped into each other. Yadda, yadda, yadda." He smiled down at me. Shoot me in the fucking face. I smiled back up at him.

Before the conversation was about to get more awkward, the food finally came. Thank the Lord baby Jesus. I am starving, I need to get out of this place.

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"I fucking hate you!" was the first thing that came out of my mouth as we entered the car. "Really, Andy? You put me through this hell. Everything you basically told them was fucking lies!"

He turned to me. "And your point is? God for fucking bid you do something for someone else. I was hoping that you would try and put some effort into it-"

"Do NOT pull that bullshit. Didn't put enough effort into it? Are you serious? I fucking hate you with every goddamn fiber in my body, and you have the audacity to say I didn't put enough effort in? You're fucking lucky you got me in a dress. I kissed you, hugged you, acted like I loved you, and you are saying I didn't put enough effort into it? I was right about you, you are a fucking asshole. And this is why I hated you since the day I saw you!"

I stood up and slammed the car door, walking away from the car. He wonders why I hate him, that conversation explained just why. He was an inconsiderate asshole and I don't want to have anything to do with him. I was walking. I had no clue where I was. Well, I knew where I was, I was in the huge parking lot of the restaurant. I kept walking, looking down at my feet. I heard heavy footsteps. "Reagan!" it was Andy.

I ignored him and kept walking. "Reagan! Come here!" he shouted. I turned around and faced him. He looked frustrated.

"What?! What the fuck do you want?" I looked at him. He just stood there. "Exactly what I thought. Go fuck yourself."

I walked away and I still heard him. "Come on, just let me give you a ride home," he pleaded. "You probably have no idea where you are."

I stopped, taking a deep breath. I turned around and looked at him. He looked desperate. "Fine." I spat. I walked past him to his car, opening the door and slamming my whole body down on the seat, slamming the door and sitting there. I just want to go home. I sound like a broken record, but it's true. I want to get out of this dress, put on sweats and a baggy shirt and sit on the couch and pig out. What I don't want is to be in the car with him.

He got in and started the car. He sighed and pulled out of the parking space and heading down the route towards my house. "Reaga-"

"I don't want to hear it." I snapped. "And you wonder why I don't like you, Andy. I never want to see you again."

The rest of the ride home was quiet, apart from the slow, heavy, loud, and annoying breathing of Andy. I threw my head back, just waiting until he pulled up.

When the time finally came, I got out of the car, not even uttering a word to Andy. I slammed the door, stomping up to the front door. The door was locked, but Taryn was home, and other cars were here. I didn't bother knocking, I just went over to the plant and grabbed the spare key.

I put in in the slot and opened the door. Slamming it shut, not even bothering to lock it. I walked towards the noise. It was coming from the living room. The rest of the band was sitting there. Reagan looked up at me to see me fuming. "Damn, Reagan, lookin' good," Ashley snickered.

"Fuck yourself," I laughed. I wasn't in the mood, but I don't know. "Just letting you know, your friend Andy is an asshole." I spat. They all laughed. I don't know if they know that Andy and I went out earlier.

"Ahah, date with Andy." So, they did know.

"Ugh, I don't ever want to see him again," I stressed. I slid my Vans off and tossed them in the corner. Taryn looked at me, guiltily. She's not saying...

"Are you serious? Are you serious?" I was pissed. "Really Taryn? I'm staying in my room, if anyone bothers me, I will tear your head off." I shot them all a sweet smile and walked upstairs.

I grabbed a pair of black sweatpants and high fuzzy socks, and a baggy Of Mice & Men shirt. I put my glasses on and threw a beanie over my head. I grabbed a random movie and put it in the player, grabbing the remote and plopping on the bed, wrapping myself in a cocoon of blankets.

But of course, I was craving something sweet.

Oh the struggle of food.

I unwrapped myself but still had one blanket, grabbed my phone and shoved it in my pocket and walking downstairs. I didn't bother to turn my head, knowing that Andy was sitting there, because I heard his voice.

I opened the freezer grabbing the tub of half-baked and grabbing a big spoon, closing the freezer and going to the other side of the machine, grabbing a Redbull, slamming it on top of the top and walking back upstairs. But, there goes Taryn, "Reagan, can you get me a drink, please?"

I rolled my eyes, putting my weaknesses on the table, going back in and grabbing a water bottle. Walking past.. Andy, and giving it to her. "Does anyone else want a drink while Reagan is up?"

They all answered, even Andy. I grabbed what they preferred and handed it to all of them, giving Andy's to Jake to give it to him. I grabbed my food and walked back upstairs, getting into a different position where my back was up against the wall, due to the fact that my full twin sized bed sat on the floor. I pressed play and "Edward Scissorhands" continued. I slowly brought the spoon filled with ice cream to and from my mouth, occasionally bringing the can up and watching intently the movie i've seen a gazillion times.

That was until my bedroom door opened and there faced the asshole.


"What do you want?"

Notes

oh shit this sucks /: sorry.

i've been holding this off/