"IL FAIT CE!?" (French; he does what!?) I yelled angrily. Not anymore at Luke, but at Charlotte. Luke had called everyday to tell me he misses and loves me, but she never bothered to tell me.
"Je suis désolé.." She apologized (French; I'm sorry..).
I stormed into my room and began to cry. She knew how important to me this was, and she just decided not to tell me? She knows that I'm not sure what's going in anymore. I am just a wreck, between the pregnancy and how Luke had been acting. I can never know anymore..
"Genevieve!" She called into my room.
"Allez-vous en!" I said back. (French; go away!)
"Allez, Genevieve, ouvrir la porte putain!" She was mad. (French; come on, Genevieve, open the goddamn door!)
"Non!" (French; no!)
"Merde, Genevieve!" (French; dammit, Genevieve!)
I opened the door slightly and yelled, "quand vous commencez à me respecter, je suis d'accord pour parler de vous, d'accord?" (French; when you start to respect me, I'll agree to talk to you, okay?)
I knew I was overreacting a little, but then again, she knows how much this means to me. Luke was trying to tell me that he still loves me and misses me, but Charlotte didn't tell me that.
"Pourquoi tu fais ça?" (French; why are you doing this?) she seemed to be mad at me for something I did.
"FAIRE QUOI!?" I screamed. (French; doing what?)
"Vous faites quelque chose de grand à partir de rien, voilà ce que!" (French; you're making something big out of nothing!)
"Ce ne est pas rien!" (French; this isn't nothing!)
"Alors qu'est-ce que c'est?" (French; then what is it?)
"Vous me l'avez pas pris la peine de me dire que mon ex-petit ami, que je l'aime toujours, appelle pour me dire qu'il me aime encore trop!" (French; you didn't bother to tell me that my ex-boyfriend, whom I still love, calls to tell me he still loves me too!)
"Bien, je suis désolé!" (French; well, I'm sorry!)
I quit talking. I didn't want to say anything to her anymore. I just wanted to be alone. I closed my door.
I grabbed my phone and my wallet. I put my boots on as well as my jacket. As I walked out of my room, I hardly waved goodbye to Charlotte, and I was out of the door. I made my way to the local cafe.
I ordered my usual and sat down. I looked at a picture of Luke. I couldn't stop thinking about him now.
"You now, it's not good to be drooling over someone you've never met," a girl came up from behind me. I looked at her, shocked. I didn't know her, but she must've seen me looking at pictures of Luke on Instagram. I wasn't following him, so sh probably thought I didn't know him.
"Oh! Parlez-vous anglais?" She asked.
"Yes, I do, but do I know you?" I looked back up at her.
"No, sorry," she began to walk away.
"It's fine. Sit down," I told her, motioning to the seat in front of me.
"Thanks," she took my offer and sat down, "I go by if I've never met a guy, I don't get obsessed because I know I don't have a chance with them."
"That's terrible," I told her. You can never live by that.
"But think of it like this. I bet you don't even know his full name.."
"Luke Robert Hemmings," I immediately said.
"Oh. So you do know him?"
"Yeah, you could say that."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing," I paused, "but who are you talking about liking but not knowing?"
"One Direction," she admitted.
"I know them."
"What!? Really!?"
"They're my ex-boyfriend's best friends. Louis just lived with me for a week," I explained.
"Is your ex boyfriend the guy on your phone that you were drooling over?"
"Sadly, yes."
"Did he dump you?"
"No.."
"Then what happened? Why would you let him go?" I explained to her everything.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she apologized.
"It's okay."
"I never really got your name?"
"I'm Genevieve," I smiled.
"I'm Jocelyn," she smiled back. She grabbed my phone from me and put herself in my contacts.
"Text me later.. We need to talk more about some things, and about you knowing One Direction," she laughed, then walked away. I laughed as well before I finished my coffee and walked out of the cafe, going back home.