Stupid Cupid

Just let me wallow in my love-life agony and teen angst

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Excuse the mistakes

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I felt like Elle Woods from that one scene in Legally Blonde.

You know, the one where she’s lying in bed, crying about Warner breaking up with her, and shoving chocolates down her throat? Well, save for not having a completely pink room and peroxide blonde hair, I was Elle Woods.

I had yet to change out of my slept-in pajamas, and instead of just getting myself a bowl of ice cream, I’d taken the whole entire carton. My oily hair had been thrown up into a bun that now was half falling out, and A Walk to Remember was playing on my TV.

Guys, I am pathetic.

I hadn’t seen Parker since I kissed him, since we’d skipped school and went to the beach on Friday. He’d texted me a couple of times, but I was too embarrassed. I’d made a dumb decision by kissing him like that, and I was scared to see what he’d have to say.

Suddenly, my door banged open, making me jump and scream. Instead of a demon or serial killer entering my room, it was Zephyr, and that was definitely worse. Zephyr was the kind of girl who would tell me to stop wallowing, and judging from the annoyed look on her face, that’s the speech I was about to get.

“What are you doing, Reed?” she asked, shutting the door behind her.

“Can’t you see?” I replied, pointing at my TV with my dirty, ice cream spoon, “I’m watching romantic movies and wondering why I can’t be like Mandy Moore?”

“You mean cancer-ridden and dying?” Zephyr shot back, and before I could stop her, Zephyr grabbed my remote and turned off the TV. I let out a whine of protest, and Zephyr put her hand up to silence me. “Save it, babe. You abandoned me at dance today, so I’m in charge.”

“Yes sir,” I replied sarcastically, and I shoved another heaping spoonful of ice cream in my mouth. Apparently, that was the last of the creamy goodness, because Zephyr grabbed the spoon and carton out of my hands, and placed them on my desk.

“This isn’t North Korea, damn it!” I cried, throwing my hands up in the air, “You can’t take me TV and my ice cream and leave me with nothing!”

“I’m saving your dignity, Reed,” Zephyr stated, and she ripped my covers off of my body, “Now get up and get dressed. You’re going drive me to get some lunch, and then you’re going to tell me why the hell you look like Lindsay Lohan on a bad day.”

I paused, thinking I didn’t look that bad, and then I asked, “Are you buying?” Zephyr rolled her eyes and nodded, and I sighed. “I guess I can spare some time out of my afternoon to go to a paid lunch.”

Zephyr applauded me sarcastically as I pushed myself out of my bed. I gave her a cheeky smile, and I then grabbed some clothes from my dresser. I walked into my bathroom and quickly changed into a pair of bright green shorts and a white t-shirt. I brushed my hair back into a tight ballerina bun, and I washed my face.

 “Alright,” I said, walking back into the bedroom, “Let’s go.” I grabbed my phone and car keys from my bedside table, and I followed Zephyr out of my bedroom. As I walked downstairs, I spotted my mom in the living room. Quickly, I told her I was going out, and then Zephyr and I walked outside to where the Grouch was parked.

We climbed into the Grouch, and I turned the key in the ignition and pulled out of my driveway. “Where are we going?” I asked as I reached the end of my street.