I’d been doing better since Ally had shown up due to the fact that I was constantly worried about her and the situation she was in. Now that I’d seen Emma again though, even Ally’s predicament couldn’t distract me.
Emma was eating me alive and I doubted if she even cared.
Ever since the night I’d run into Emma, Ally had been driving me nuts. She had been clingy before, but she was ten times worse now. It seemed like I couldn’t take a piss without her standing outside the bathroom door, waiting for me. I would savor the times when she worked the night shift. It gave me time to myself to just breathe. It seemed like I could never breathe when she was around. There was never enough oxygen in the room. She was suffocating me.
“Hey, what are you thinking about?” Ally asked as she set a plate of food in front of me.
“Nothing.” I picked up my fork and started eating.
I had no idea what I was eating. She could have been feeding me rat poison, and I wouldn’t know. I was too far gone into my own thoughts.
“Jesse, something is obviously on your mind. Talk to me about it. That’s what couples do. They talk about what’s bothering each other.”
I bit my tongue to keep from telling her that we weren’t a couple. It took every ounce of willpower I had, but I managed. I had no idea why Ally kept pushing a relationship when we both knew there was nothing between us.
“I’m fine. I was just thinking about school,” I said as I glanced up at her. I was surprised to see anger radiating off of her.
“You’re lying.”
“No, I’m not,” I said each word slowly as I tried not to lash out at her. She needs to mind her own damn business.
“You’re thinking about her—Emma,” she said, spitting out Emma’s name like it was a curse.
“What is your problem with her?” I asked angrily.
“What is my problem? Are you fucking kidding me?” she shouted. “Everything was perfect until Andy and that bitch showed back up! We were connecting, and I know you were starting to feel something for me. Since you saw her, you’ve barely said a word to me. You were finally falling in love with me, and she ruined everything!”
“Ally, calm the fuck down!” I shouted back. “I love you, but it’s not the way you want. You’re like my sister, and that’s how I’ll always feel about you. I’m helping you with the baby because I want to protect you. It’s not because I love you.”
“I want my child to have a family!”
“I hope that happens for both of you, but it won’t be with me. I’m sorry. I’ll protect you for as long as you need, but that’s all I’ll do.”
“It’s her fucking fault!”
“Emma has nothing to do with this!” I shouted, losing my cool.
“Bullshit. Everything always comes back to her!”
“I’m not dealing with this.” I shoved away from the table and started walking to my room.
I slammed my bedroom door behind me, and I locked it, so Ally couldn’t get in. I collapsed on the bed as she beat on the door and called me every name that she could think of. I refused to answer as she screamed out my name. She needed to calm down and act like a rational human being. Until she did, I was going to ignore her.
“Fine, Jesse! I’m out of here. Fuck you!” she shouted as she hit my door one last time.
I sighed in relief as the house went quiet. I was slightly worried that she was just faking me out so that I’d open the door, so I waited for almost an hour before I walked out. Ally was nowhere to be seen, and her keys were missing from where she would hang them by the door. She really had left. I knew I had been a dick, but damn, there was only so much crazy shit a guy could deal with before he snapped.
I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the refrigerator. I chugged it down and opened another one. I didn’t want to get drunk. I just wanted to relax for a while. I was tired of my life being nothing but girl drama. I wasn’t sure if all women were like Ally, but I doubted it. When Emma and I had been together, she’d never acted the way Ally had. Emma had been the complete opposite actually. She’d kept me calm instead of winding me up until I couldn’t take anymore.
Just in case Ally came home, I kept an eye on the door as I walked from the kitchen to the living room. If she did, I was going to haul ass back to my bedroom. I wasn’t in the mood to watch TV, so I sat on the couch and stared at the blank screen in front of me. After a few minutes, I heard a noise coming from outside. I walked to my front door and opened it to see what was going on.
As soon as I opened the door, I could hear music coming from a few houses down. I’d forgotten that Sam was having a party this weekend. I didn’t know him that well, but he’d invited the entire street. I wasn’t sure if he’d done that to be nice or to suck up so that none of us called the cops on him.
It was obvious that the party was huge. He lived two houses down from me, and people were standing on my lawn. I shook my head as I listened to the music blaring. The guy apparently knew how to throw a party.
I started to close my door and go back inside, but something stopped me. Why the hell should I lock myself away to mope about all my problems when I could be drinking with a bunch of people who I didn’t know? They didn’t think I’d knocked up my best friend’s sister, and they didn’t expect me to take care of a kid who wasn’t mine.
I closed my door and walked down the sidewalk to Sam’s house. People were everywhere, and I pushed through them as I made my way into the house. It was even worse inside. If he planned to have parties like this, he might want to consider getting a bigger house.
The music was loud enough to make my ears bleed. Jesus, how did anyone expect to have a conversation? Looking around the room, I realized that talking was the last thing on most of these people’s minds. Most were paired off with their lips glued to each other. Those who weren’t attached were dancing in the living room. I didn’t bother to apologize as I bumped into people while trying to get to the table covered in alcohol across the room.
I’d thought a party was just what I needed, but all this place was doing was pissing me off. There were just too many people. I was used to having parties on the beach where there was plenty of room for everyone without being smashed together. Obviously, Sam had a different idea of what a party was.
I stood off to the side, drinking my beer and watching people. I recognized a few faces from some of my smaller classes but not many. I hadn’t made much of an effort to make friends, and it was glaringly obvious that nobody gave a flying fuck about me as they walked past me without a second glance. A group of girls standing across the room seemed to notice me, but I paid them no attention. I had enough problems without one of those girls trying to talk to me.
One of them finally broke away from the group and started to approach me. Before she could even make it halfway across the room, I was gone. There was no point in staying here. I was getting annoyed with everyone. I set my beer down on a table and started walking toward the door.
I noticed Sam standing close to it. He had a strawberry-blonde girl pushed up against the wall, and he was kissing her like he wanted to eat her alive. I walked two more steps before I realized that the girl looked familiar—well, what I could see of her looked familiar. I told myself that I should keep walking, but something stopped me. I came to a standstill a few feet away from them and waited for Sam to move. My blood boiled when he pulled away, and I realized it was Emma.
What the hell is she doing with Sam if she’s dating Andy?