Candi asked her share of questions. What is my favorite subject in school:history, of course.What I like to do for fun:play my bass and video games.If I have any brothers or sisters:No. It's just me and the ‘rents.Lucky for her, I didn't go into how bad they suck.
With a grin stretched from ear to ear, I stare at the screen and wait for another one of her addicting messages. I wait with anticipation to see what else she could say. Will it be another question or another one of her funny and quick-witted remarks?
XoXo:Candi:XoXo:
Shit! Andrew, it's 4 in the morning!
Oh. I know where this is going.If she were in front of me instead of behind her computer screen, she would see the disappointment in my face.
Misfit_Bassist:
Oh damn. I guess it is.
XoXo:Candi:XoXo:
I g2g. I have practice in the morning.
Misfit_Bassist:
Yeah, I probably should go too…
XoXo:Candi:XoXo:
ttyl, Andrew
Misfit_Bassist:
Night, Candi
“Candi, you can't be serious.” His voice is like nails on a chalkboard.
“Well, I am.”I have to stand my ground this time.“I meant what I said last week. We're done, Zane. Get the fuck out of my way.” I try to keep my voice down as our history teacher walks past towards his classroom.
“No. Not until you tell me why you're acting like this.” He knows exactly what he did, and he'll never own up to it. His eyes burn into mine, and I can see my frustrated reflection in his silver orbs.
“Fine,” I sigh. “Where the hell were you after the basketball game last Friday night?” My shoulders start to tense.
“Is that why you won't answer any of my calls or texts?”
“You were supposed to meet me outside of the locker room, and you never showed up.” His angry expression changes as if he has no idea what I'm talking about, and it only makes me more pissed off. My eyes zero in on his large Adam's apple in his throat when he swallows. “Damn it, Zane!”
“What do you want me to say, Candi?” He pauses before chortling in disbelief. “I left the locker room, and I looked for you. I asked one of the other cheerleaders, and she said you had already gone home.”
“Really?” He quickly nods. “Who did you talk to?” His fake innocent look is pitiful as he shrugs his shoulders. “You don't know? Fucking typical. Think harder because if you can't come up with a name, I promise you I’ll never talk to you again.”
“Damn, Candi, I don't know… Brittany… maybe?”
“Britt told you I went home?”He's lying, and I'm not one bit surprised.“Britt didn't say shit to you. I know this because I was sitting with her waiting for your sorry ass!”
“Well… that's what I just said… she told me you wanted her to let me know you went home… I mean, I can't believe you left. Total bitch move by the way…”This asshole.
“Of course, I went home! I was waiting for you for thirty minutes. When I went in to check on you, your tongue was down some other girl's throat!”
“Whoa. You went into the boys’ locker room? You could get into serious trouble if anyone catches you in there.”He can't be fucking serious.
“So you're not going to say anything about the girl you were kissing?!”
“What… What are you talking about? You think that was me?”
