“Fine,” I grumbled on the phone, before hanging up.
I was talking to Annabelle. Actually, I didn’t get much to talk because she kept yelling at me over the phone. She was mad at something so irrelevant. It got exhausting arguing with her. So sometimes, I just thought of something else while she was complaining about little things.
Thank God, it was Christmas break.
You see, Annabelle and I had been quarrelling a lot lately. She was nagging me about how I was so indifferent concerning everything else besides Basketball. She also told me that I wasn't acting the way I was supposed to be as someone who was very popular in school.
Seriously, it was too damn shallow. Why should I act different just because I was well-known in school? I was just being myself, which she disagreed. She said that I wasn't being myself. She was angry because I was being sullen for no reason. I had continuously told her that I was not sullen. It was just that there was no reason for me to be hyper about.
So what did we fight about this time? Well, yesterday was the last day of school and Nigel was having a party at his place.
“We’re going to go to Nigel’s party tonight, right?” asked Annabelle, as we walked hand by hand toward the parking lot.
“Yeah,” I agreed, shrugging. I smiled a bit at her.
And so the night came. It was the same old scene at a High School party. But the difference this time was I easily got bored. I didn’t attend parties weekly like I did before. I had something else that I was occupied in.
I finished drinking my cup of beer and went to find Annabelle. Then, I saw some dude flirting with her. I smirked and walked toward them.
“Excuse me; may I have a word with my girlfriend?” I asked with a low voice. I stared at the guy indifferently, waiting for him to leave. When he did, I turned to Annabelle. I sighed and said, “I’m not stupid, Annabelle. I know you’re trying to get me jealous.”
Annabelle huffed and put her hands on her hips.
“Well, it looks like it worked.”
“Actually, I came to find you to inform you that I’m going home,” I said a-matter-of-factly.
“What?” she said, taken aback.
I nodded. “I’m gonna ask Ethan to bring you home.”
“No need,” she said quickly, glaring at me. “I’m sure I can find a ride home on my own.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I’m not. I’m sure I can find someone who’s willing enough.”
“Oh, so you’re going to sleep with some random guy just to get a ride home?” I snapped.
“Now, you care?” she asked in disbelief.
“You’re still my girlfriend, Annabelle,” I said firmly.
“It’s good to know that you still remember that I’m your girlfriend,” she told me, tilting her head to the side. “I thought you’ve forgotten.”
“How can I forget when you freaking remind me every ten seconds?”
That was when she slapped me. I know that I shouldn’t have said that. But I was a bit drunk. I know that wasn't a good excuse either.
At that moment, Ethan and Luke showed up as Annabelle stalked off. I saw Trixie passed by and told her to bring Annabelle home. She rolled her eyes but she said she’d do it.
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