Cathy's POV:
"First, don't slam my damn car door. Second, don't walk away from me! Cathy, I'm fucking talking to you," Nick growls from behind me as I continue to ignore him and walk to the elevator.
I press the elevator button and wait as it descends to the first floor. I try to ignore Nick's glare as he stands next to me, clearly still pissed from what happened in the restaurant. I sigh with relief as the elevator door opens and I step inside, but when I notice that Nick also enters into the elevator let out a long groan.
"What are you doing?" I ask with wariness clear in my voice.
"We're not done talking about this," Nick responds with a clipped voice.
"Can we please talk about this later? I'm really tire," I whine, but his glare is his only response.
I sigh as I wait for the elevator to get to my floor. As the elevator door opens and I'm about to bolt to the safety of my apartment, Nick grabs me by the elbow and drags me out of the elevator and to my apartment door. He waits impatiently as I dig through my purse searching for my keys. When I finally find them, I open the door and let us into my apartment.
I barely have time to put my purse down in the coffee table in my living room before I hear a loud noise. I turn around to see Nick with his fist agains that wall. I don't have to look at the wall to know that there is a dent. I only look at his pissed expression. I've know him for most of my life and never have I seen him this angry. I wait for him to explode and to take it all out on me. But to my surprise he stands with his forehead against the wall for a few seconds before taking a deep breath and turning his much calmer face to me.
"Why?" His simple question makes my heart clinch. I know exactly what he is asking but I don't want to answer. Playing dumb crosses my mind, but I decide against since I can't risk making him more angry.
"I don't know," I respond before I think. I internally sigh, I guess I didn't care if I made him angrier.
"Cathy, don't you fucking play dumb with me! You embarrassed Molly in front of everyone and I want to know why."
Because she's a bitch. I think but don't say anything out loud.
"Excuse me?"
I guess I did say something out loud.
"Umm....nothing?"
"Did you just call my girlfriend a bitch?"
"No?"
"Answer me!"
"I did! So what? It's not like it's not true. I mean come on even he most blind person could tell she's a bitch."
Silence fills the room before he ruins it with a cruel laugh.
"You're fucking jealous!"
"Of her?" I ask in disbelief.
"Yes, you are."
"Why would I be jealous of a bitch who's hobby is to ruin everyone's life?" Who has made her goal to ruin our friendship. Who has always told me that I don't deserve to be friend with Nick. Who always taunts me about my parent's mistakes.
"Well if that was true, which it's not, there's one exception to her ruining everyone's life."
"Who?"
"Me. She makes me happier that anyone has ever made me. I love her and I will not stand by while you insult her and embarrass her. So unless you apologize to her, you can say goodbye to our friendship."
"So you're willing to throw away our life long friendship for her?"
"Yes," he responds without hesitation.
I stared at him with disbelief and hurt in my face. I knew he loved Molly, but I never knew that he thought so little of our friendship.
"Get out," I whisper with defeat, clearly I have lost him to her, again.
"What?"
"Get out! You obviously chose her over me, so get the fuck out!"
"Fine! Just now that you will always be a jealous bitch who doesn't like to be told the truth. She is better than you because she is willing to forgive you for all those times you have purposefully hurt her."
"Fuck you! Now get the hell out here," I yell, knowing that my eyes are filled with hatred. I just hope that my deep hurt doesn't show. I hear the door slam making my apartment walls shake.
I walk to the front door and lock, then I walk to my room and numbly get ready for bed. After putting on my pjs, I crawl onto my bed and fall asleep with tears streaming down my face.
Nick's POV:
I unlock the door, enter the apartment and close the door as quietly as I can, I don't want to wake her up. I silently walk to the kitchen with grocery bags in my hands. I began to open the familiar cupboards and began to cook her favorite dinner: lasagna. I knew she was taking a nap because she does that everyday after school and before going to work. She barely has time to make a proper dinner, and I thought making her favorite dinner would be a good way to apologize.
I had been a complete asshole last night and now I felt bad. I knew that Molly and Cathy didn't get along and yet I still forced Cathy to have dinner with us last night. Nether less to say, it didn't end well. Molly taunted Cathy of her loneliness and Cathy didn't react well. Last night during our argument, I realized that Cathy was jealous of Molly because she loved me more than a friend should.
The noise of someone entering the kitchen and screaming takes my mind of last night. I turn around to find Cathy. She looks shocked to see me and I can't help but smirk at her Spongebob pjs.
"Really?" I ask sarcastically pointing at her pjs.
"What? They're my most comfy pjs," she responds with a voice filled with sleep.
"Okay..." I say noticing the uncomfortable silence.
"What are you doing here?" she asks breaking the silence, obviously surprised to see me.
"I'm making dinner," I respond pointing to the messy kitchen filled with different ingredients.
"Why?"
"Because...."
"Because why?"
"Because I was hungry."
"Why didn't you buy something to eat?"
"Because I wanted to share dinner with you."
"Why?"
"God Cathy, why are you so questioning?" I ask running a hand through my hair. I understand that she is still mad at me but couldn't she accept my obvious apology.
She examined me with those bright brown eyes before looking into the oven and smiling.
"You made lasagna," she says obviously ignoring my questions, and I was fine with it.
"Yeah and I think it's ready," I say checking the lasagna and it was done. I took it out of the oven, while she set up the table for us. I noticed that she hummed while doing so, and I could easily recognize the tune.
"Really?" I ask with laughter clear in my voice.
"What? I love that song," she responds with a slight blush on her cheeks.
"You love Twinkle Twinkle Little Star?"
"Yes, I do actually," she responds, defiantly.
I shake my head as I carry the lasagna into the dinning room. After serving a fair amount of lasagna to each of our plates we begin to eat and for a while the silence is comfortable. A few times she breaks the silence thanking me for cooking.
"So about last night," I say after finishing eating our dinner.
"What about it?" she asks, happily continuing to hum as she clears the table.
"I just wanted to apologize for being an asshole about it. I could have being nicer about it."
"Being nicer about what?" she asks looking at me with a questionable look.
"About what happened between you and Molly at the restaurant last night."
"Last night? I wasn't with her last night."
"Yes you were. You went to dinner with us last night."
"What? No, I didn't."
"Yes you did. Cathy stop playing stupid. You went to dinner with us last night, and you and Molly fought. Then we had a really bad argument."
"You're messing with me, right? I was home last night."
"Cathy, what are you talking about? Are you doing drugs?"
Her playful expression falls at my words, and she looks at me with hatred.
"Do I look like I'm doing drugs?" she asks venomously.
"I don't know! But if you are you need to tell me, so I can help you. I don't want you to end up like your parents."
"Why would you fucking think that?" she yelled clearly offended.
"Because you're acting like last night didn't happened, when it did."
"And why would you jump to the conclusion to drugs being involve?"
"Because..."
"Because, what?"
"People have been talking about you, okay!"
Silence fills the room, and I can tell that she's not surprise.
"So you listened to what they said about me, instead of asking me? Great, that's just great."
"Well, you haven't been open with me lately and I thought it was because of that!"
"Well, you have been spending all your time with Molly. I never see you anymore!"
"Ugh, here we go again. Molly is my girlfriend, of course I have to spend time with her."
"Yes, you're right you do have to spend time with her. But you also have to make time for your friends."
"I do!"
"Really? Then I guess I'm nothing to you because I haven't seen you lately."
"We just saw each other last night!"
"No, we didn't!"
"You need to stop doing drugs and get your life straight!"
The only noise heard was her hand loudly connecting with my face. Then she rushes out of the living room and into her bedroom.
I stand still for a few seconds before stalking out of the living room and outside into the balcony. I lean against the rail and wait as I try to calm down.
There's no way she would be that stupid. She wouldn't follow her parent's steps.
After a few minutes of calming down, I go back inside and walk to her bedroom door. I listen closely as I hear soft sobs coming from the other door. I know I should go inside and apologize for my harsh words but I have a date with Molly in a half an hour and I need to go get ready.
Deep inside me I know that my best friend needs me, but I don't think that our friendship will ever be the same. And I'm tired of fighting for a friendship that was doomed from the beginning, so I leave her behind.
She will find someone who can take care of her and love her right, but that someone is not me. 350Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcf6VtM7hot
