Chapter 10 Ten
Aria's Pov
“Aria?”
I couldn't believe I was the one in this situation.
Lying down in my bed like a tragic high school movie cliché.
Coffee stains on my bedsheets because I keep trying to make the perfect coffee that would wake my body up but still I feel so weak.
The bitter smell of burnt coffee clung to the air, mixing with the scent of sweat and old perfume.
And the tissue paper?
I had completely emptied four boxes.
Four.
Bawling my eyes out till my eyes ran dry.
They littered the floor like evidence at a crime scene, crushed, torn, damp with tears I didn’t even believe I could shed.
That was not something I was supposed to be doing.
It was for people like that stupid girl, Lila.
Weak girls. Pathetic girls.
Is this karma?
Is Lyra some form of karma for everything I did to Lila?
No, karma doesn't affect me.
And Lila had it coming.
She was too dumb for her own good.
A naive, broke ass idiot who didn't understand how the world even worked.
“Aria!”
I looked up at my room door.
Who the fuck was that?
I swear I'm going to pour dishwater on whoever is knocking at my door.
I rolled my eyes and dragged myself out of the bed.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
My shoulders dropped at the horror.
I looked like a mosquito that got beaten up!
Ah!
The knock came again even louder.
I turned swiftly. “Just, you wait” I'm the words were only loud enough for me to hear.
Then, I stumped towards the dishwasher by the wall.
I opened it and dug my hands into it, my nails clicking into the China bowls and stainless steel cutlery.
Bingo!
I found a plastic bowl.
I scooped enough of the water in it.
Slimy.
Perfect.
I could have but I had no energy to even press the start button for the washing machine for days.
The knocking continued, now even louder.
I turned the door knob.
“Aria, I have been c-”
Splash!
“Ahhhhh” Kylie screamed at the top of her voice as the slimy water dropped through her blonde tresses and onto her tank top and down her weird looking belly button.
And her ugly high waist blue jeans.
My eyes widened.
Regret? Maybe? Annoyance? Definitely.
What have I done?
“What the fuck, Aria?” she blinked rapidly trying to avoid the water from getting into her eyes.
“I'm so sorry..oh my god, please…I thought you were the…”
“Now, I have to take another shower, for goodness, I just had one. Ugh!” Kylie's voice was even more high pitched.
The whining was getting on my nerves already.
Bitch, you already got the apology you wanted, what the fuck.
“Kylie, I already said I was sorry!”
“Is that what you're going to s-”
“Do you have any idea what I'm going through? Look at me!” I cut in.
The guilt left my eyes and became hers as she scanned me from up to down.
Yes, I saw the pity on her face.
I was the one who needed the care and attention.
I didn't deserve any friend who would be making things all about them.
It was the last thing I needed right now.
Someone to hype my confidence back to life.
Someone to do those dishes.
Someone to clean my room.
That was all I needed.
And deserved.
I turned around and began to walk into my room, she followed.
The door clicking behind her was so annoying I wanted to scream coupled with the smell of the dripping dishwater.
I threw the bowl back into the dishwasher.
It missed, falling on the floor.
I pointed to the bathroom.
She began to take off her clothes .
“Have you lost your mind, Kylie?”
She swiftly turned to me.
“What”
“You're to going to ruin my vinyl flooring, take your clothes to the bathroom…there's a fucking washing m-”
“Okayyyy, calm down, Jesus Christ!”
She took off her heels and tiptoed into the bathroom.
I ran my hands through my hair.
Then, I scattered it.
Jaxon.
The name clung to my chest like gum stuck under the desks at the lecture hall.
I screamed.
“Oh my goodness, are you okay, Aria?” Kylie screamed from the bathroom, her voice mixing with the loud shower.
I said nothing.
Maybe, that would make her hasten up and pay attention to me.
Cause I needed it!
What the fuck!
The door opened.
I looked up.
She wore my bathrobe.
I bit this inside of my cheek.
I exhaled.
I pointed to the wardrobe.
She quickly changed into one of my clothes.
She picked the hand dryer.
And began to blow her hair dry.
“What's bothering you? Why are you -”
“Jaxon”
“About him..I actually came to know what later happened..”
“Jaxon is slipping from my hands”
“How?”
“That girl…there's something about that girl”
“Well, are you going to do something about it or sit and be miserable for him while he sits on a tree with her?”
She dragged the comb through her hair, squeezing her face a bit as she flinched each time the dryer almost touched her scalp.
I wished my eyes were made of fire and they'd burn her a bit.
I hated how right she was.
But still it didn't change the fact that she was right.
That was the thing.
And I had to do something now.
Jaxon is mine and mine until I say no longer.
One side of my lip started to curl upwards.
“Where's your hair lotion, Aria?” the dumb girl asked, changing topic immediately.
I rolled my eyes.