The sun hangs in the sky like a lost Carnival balloon. I finally understand what that book I read last summer meant. After a long day at school, I return home with my cousin Christopher. I look exhausted, but he seems unfazed.
Arya, christopher mom is in the front yard doing some gardening as her hair freely hang over her shoulders and her beauty one cannot deny. It feels so good to see her at least it is much more in a billion ways better than staying with this rude dude in this house. "Quite a relief." I say to myself as i let out a breath.
"Hey Arya, you're back!" I say, wrapping my arms around her in a big hug.
"Uh, Bella my baby, you look...tired," she says, eyeing me critically. "But okay, I guess."
"You back early, you said you won't come until next tomorrow." Christopher says with tiny emotion written on his face. Cold jerk.
"Missed you too, honey" Arya answers totally ignoring his attitude, she must have been used to it. "And that's no way to welcome your mother, I'm hurt"
He scoffs.
"Oh, my bad. Hi mom, what about your trip? You're two days early, missed ya. Better?" Christopher chimes in, his tone flat. Fake dude.
"Much better, my trip was so fine..... I had a great time, trust me honey, you might want to come next time, I met this very cute eighteen year old, she....."
"Mom!" Christopher interjects. "I've told you a billion and one times already i am not interested in that, i'm sure she cannot be different from Celine always wearing lenses, please mom"
"Whatever, y'all took breakfast?"
"Yeah" Christopher answers sharply you could tell he was lying. Apart from being annoying, cold, fake and insensitive, he lies too?
"I'm glad you two took care of yourselves, go freshen up who knows i might treat you both to something nice."
"Sounds interesting." Christopher deadpan.
The fact that they eat a lot of instant stuff here is one of the first problems I've been struggling with since i moved here. Back home, it has a whole different vibe. Nothing is literally freshly cooked here so I am not in any bit excited.
"Liar" I say, I just couldn't help it.
"The fuck?" Christopher says frowning at me.
"You didn't eat anything, you lied"
"I did, girl"
"When? How?"
"I did the STTM thing, everyone knows that" He fires back and well, what is STTM?
"I didn't see you do that!"
"Wait, do you even know what that means?" He says shifting his gaze to his mom outside the window.
"Maybe." I roll my eyes.
"Then why bore me with stupid questions when you don't even know what that is, y'all live in the 60's back home?"
"Your STTM isn't a biggie and it ain't a criteria for a good life or grades, freak" I say as i march to my room door. Dude is way more annoying than i imagined. STTM blah, blah, blah, knowing that doesn't guarantee a free concert ticket or a damn scholarship to college.
Wait, relax Bella is it straight to the mouth? No, sounds dumb, I tell myself.
After sometime I began to feel bored inside my room and yes the urge to speak to Christopher came upon me three minutes ago. Guess who is knocking on his door. Stupid, still pissed me!
"What do you want?" He ask as i walk in.
"I was bored..." I try to say and he interrupts, is that a habit?
"Does the door say clown or comedy house?" He asks, his gaze still fixed on his phone.
"Ha ha, very funny" I roll my eyes.
"What do you want, bella?" He asks, his tone dismissive.
"I was thinking maybe we could hang out or something," I suggest, trying to sound causal and polite.
Christopher snorts. "You want to hang out with me? That's a joke, right?"
I feel my temper flare. "What's your problem, Christopher? Why are you always so rude to me?"
He looks up from his phone, a smirk on his face. "My problem is you, Bella. You're always so... annoying."
I take a deep breath, trying not to let his words get to me. "Well, maybe I'm annoying because you're always so mean to me!"
Christopher shrugs. "Maybe you're just too sensitive."
I feel my anger boil over. "You know what? Forget it. I don't even want to hang out with you anymore."
Anyways, lisa's having a party."
"Is she inviting you or are you planning?"
"Not planning, i am a fucking top guy." He says bragging. Top guy my foot.
"That's a relief 'cause if you are a planner who knows what the party would be like" i say smiling, yes, it may or MAYNOT be a great party.
"Coming from someone from the 60's, and who cares what a 17 year old thinks, planned someone's before and it was lit, far better than expected." He says being rude again and i am not kidding, he might push me off the limit soon but, NOT offended.
"Really?"
"She's inviting me, i can take you if you want"
"Oh"
"What? In or not interested?"
"Not sure"
"Okay"
"Because a girl from the 60's is definitely not a good idea for your party"
"Okay, cool, you aren't coming. Would be fun you know might get to meet people like you..." Wait, what? "Maybe hook up with one or two, won't tell mom and sure would be better than hanging around me like a remora does with a shark. Shit is exhausting you know cuz you is boring" He says finally looking at me and yes that is the height of it!
"What do you mean remora and shark? The fact i am new here doesn't make you in any way bigger than me! If my parents are.... alive do you think I'll be here in a thousand fucking years? They said i should put every single damn thing behind me, do you even think that is easy? every single damn time i try you insolent jerk keeps behaving like I'm shit. After everything buttering up to you who look like my next family, i has siblings too so don't ever think of my as desperate. Fuck you, and guess, attend your bloody pity party. Fuck, you are worse than i imagined! and i will tell you for free, you are nothing but yet another salty- rude jerk" i say with my voice high up and all my pain and anger all at once. Fuck, i am fuming for the first time since it happened. I begin to walk out of his goddamn room and he has this very surprised look all over his face. Arya rush in obviously she heard my outburst, she tries to hold me but i am too fast and matter of fact i DO NOT NEED any fucking pity from any damn body. I am neither a sorry ass nor a pushover.
As I walk into the room, the argument with Christopher fresh in my mind, feeling frustrated and angry. I slam the door behind me, so hard that I know within myself i am transferring aggression to the innocent door. Poor thing.