"You two are being childish!" I exclaimed for the umpteenth time.
Rebecca stuck her nose up in the air and crossed her arms over her chest stubbornly. "I promise you that I will not move this car until he apologizes," she stated simply, not even bothering to look at me.
Blake scoffed from the back seat. "I'll be damned if I apologize for telling the truth. You're a terrible driver, you drive like a manic!"
"Excuse me?" Rebecca snatched her seatbelt off, and turned to glare at the blonde. "I am not a maniac!" she yelled, clearly outraged.
"I never said you were a maniac, I said you drive like one! "
"Well, you might as well have called me one!"
"So you want me to call you a maniac? Fine, you're a maniac!"
Rebecca gasped. She turned to me, her grey eyes wide. "You're just going to let him insult me, Roxie?"
I looked at her in disbelief. "Uh... do I look like I care?"
"You should! We do belong to the same pack, after all... plus, he's a vampire!"
I sighed, sick of hearing bickering. "Don't drag me into this."
She shook her head. "I cannot believe I ever used to be friends with someone like you." She sneered, anger all over her face.
This had my blood boiling. "Excuse me?" I demanded, full out glaring at her. "Someone like me?"
"A stuck up, self centered, cocky little bitch. Someone like you."
Blake grew quiet in the backseat and he watched the both of us intently, as if waiting for a volcano to erupt.
"You just do whatever you want, whenever you want and think you can get away with it! No wonder you were rejected by a freaking vampire!" she screeched, her face red.
"I was not rejected." I spoke through gritted teeth, staring at her in half shock and half anger. "I'm not stuck up! And I do not 'do whatever I want'. And if anything, you're the bitch, and I can't believe that I was ever friends with someone like you!"
She looked as if she couldn't believe what I was saying. "How am I the bitch in this situation?"
"Really, Rebecca really? You've done nothing but make my life hell for the last, what? Six years!" I screamed, losing my temper. I was ready to attack this girl. I had let her get away with so much for so long, but not anymore. Hell no.
She looked at me through her ferocious eyes, she looked about ready to attack me, too. "Yeah, I have Roxie... only because you hurt me! You did me so wrong, and I still can't seem to get back at you! Even after six years you seem as perfect as ever!" she yelled, letting out a dangerous growl and her eyes were literally flashing from black and back to grey. She was so angry that the car was starting to get warm from the heat radiating off her.
She was mad?! I'm the one who should be mad! "What the hell are you talking about!? I hurt you? You hurt me! We were best friends since we were in diapers, and you just... abandoned me. You left me alone, and when I needed you the most." I started off yelling, but eventually, I was whispering, feeling hot tears threatening to spill over. All the memories came rushing back. All the memories of me and Rebecca, when she was Becca to me and I was Rox to her. When we were bestfriends.
Her face softened and her body temperature began cooling off. "I-I did not abandon you, Roxie. If anything, you abandoned me. You changed. After your first shift, you changed. You became popular and everyone wanted to hang out with a member of the 'royal family', you got so caught up in it. You stopped hanging around me, you stopped returning my calls, and eventually... you and Carmen Pratt were inseparable." She had a painful, faraway look in her eyes as if she was reliving a bad memory.
"I still remember the first time I saw the two of you together. It was the first day of sixth grade. I was so excited to see you since I hadn't saw you all summer. I walked into the cafeteria, ready to go sit at our regular table. I looked over, and there you were. You were sitting in the same seat, at the same table we'd been sitting at since kindergarten. I looked next to you, and there she was, sitting in my seat... the new wolf in town, Carmen Pratt. I had been replaced. After that, I stopped loving you as my bestfriend, you were the enemy." She spat bitterly, hot tears streaming down her face.
I was dumb founded. I remembered that day, when I'd first met Carmen and we immediately clicked. She was my new best friend. I never even thought about Rebecca after that, until she started to make it clear that she hated me. "I-I had no idea... I'm so sorry, Rebecca." I tried apologizing, but she wasn't listening.
She wiped her tears away angrily, and started up the car. "Whatever. Let's just get this over with so I can start ignoring you. You won't ever have to deal with me again." She spat, pulling off, I just sat there in guilty silence.
Blake cleared his throat from the back seat. I had totally forgotten he was back there. "That was... interesting." He said, making me turn in my seat to glare at him.
Carmen's Pov
I've never felt so bad in my entire life. I was a terrible person. How could I have just lied so easily? To my own mate?
Poor Sam. I couldn't imagine what the look on her face was like when she realized that I'd left her, again. Last night, after she finally stopped kissing me, she decided that she wanted to be with me forever. I wanted that too-but I couldn't. I just couldn't. I was a coward, and I couldn't admit to everyone that I was a lesbian and my mate was a girl. I couldn't face my family, friends or pack. (Speaking of friends, where the hell was a certain brunette!? She hadn't returned any of my calls and she had blocked me from her thoughts, so I couldn't even speak to her through mind link.)
Anyway, like I was saying, last night she told me to wait for her; actually, she made me promise to wait for her as she clocked out and got her purse. I broke my promise the second she was back in the bar, and I made sure that she couldn't trace my scent, something that my sister had taught me.
"Carmen... are you even listening?" dad snapped, banging his fist down on the table causing me to jump slightly.
I realized that I must've zoned out again, and he probably thought I was ignoring him. He hated being ignored. "Huh?" I responded.
"I said where were you last night?" he asked impatiently.
I shrugged, not meeting his eyes. "I was, uh... with Roxie." I mumbled my lie under my breath. It's not that I wanted to lie to my dad, but he can be a real hard ass at times. My dad was the type of person to lose his mind and go nuts on you if he lost control. He expected too much from me and my sister. He expected perfection. I obviously wasn't perfect.
Dad's eyebrows shot up, he obviously didn't believe me. "Oh, yeah? Doing what?"
"Girl stuff," I muttered, staring at my food on the table, desperately wanting to just go to my room and cry myself to sleep.
"Stop muttering and look at me when I'm talking to you, damn it!" dad boomed, making me jump again as my eyes teared up. "Now... doing what?"
I sniffled, hoping my tears wouldn't fall. I looked over to my mom to get me out of this situation and she just sighed and shook her head sadly. I looked over to Haley, my big sister, but she was glaring at the table. I sighed. "We were just... hanging out daddy. I'm sorry I didn't tell you where I was going... I wasn't thinking." I tried to reassure him.
He seemed pleased with my answer and just dropped the subject completely. Now do you see why they can't know? I would never bring Sam to this. My dad would chew her up and spit her out.
"So... how was you guy's day?" mom asked cheerfully, trying to break through the obvious tension.
Dad took a sip of orange juice before raising an eyebrow at my mother. "Crappy, as always." He grunted.
Haley openly glared at my father, she wasn't one to bite her tongue for him. She hated when he always brought everyone's mood down. "I wonder why?" she said sarcastically, but I don't think dad heard her. "Well, my day was fantastic. Hunter just got back from Tennessee, so I can see him tomorrow." She smiled lovingly, thinking about her mate.
"That's wonderful, baby," mom chirped, happy for my sister. "Speaking of mates... when do you think you'll find yours, Carmen?" Mom asked, causing my body to go stiff and I was filled with dread. She just had to bring it up.
"Mom, I'm not feeling very well. May I be excused?" I asked, praying that the tears won't fall.
"Of course, I hope you feel better." I nodded and left the dinner table and the waterworks began.