Friendship
Chapter
8: Throw Away
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Notes: From Cecilia’s point of view.
The last few days had been hell. It had been two weeks since Adam and her little ‘Saturday-adventure’, and everything had just gone straight to hell after that.
She hadn’t spoken to Fred at all for about a week. They tried to avoid each other for as much as they could.
Adam had just left her room, after a lame attempt to cheer her up. Well, he hadn’t failed totally, but she wasn’t happy for a long shot.
She was just about to snuggle into bed with the remote control and the TV-guide, when someone knocked on her door. It couldn’t have been Adam, since it wasn’t a hysterical banging.
“It’s me, Cee. Open up.”
“Fred?”
A bit confused, she went over to answer the door, but he took the freedom to walk right in.
“I’ve told you to lock the door when you’re alone in here.”
“Yes, I know.”
“Adam was just here. What do you want?”
Fred mumbled something that sounded like: “Of course he was.”
Cecilia placed her hand at his shoulder and pushed him towards the door. “If you’re here to insult me, you can just quit it. Leave, please.”
“I thought you needed someone to listen,” he replied.
“To what?”
“To whatever it was you wanted to talk about.” He took a step closer and stroked her cheek with his hand. “C’mon, Cee, don’t be so icy.”
“Me? Icy? What the hell?”
“Look, Fred, I don’t know what you’re doing here, but I’d appreciated if you could leave now.”
“Me? Hey, I’m just trying to...”
“Don’t bother,” Cecilia sneered. “You made it perfectly clear, you want nothing to do with me. You can’t just show up whenever you want, and expect me to be fine with that. I’m not fine with that, Fred.”
Fred shrugged. “I know, that’s why I’m here.”
“To apologize?”
“Yeah, to let you apologize to me.”
“What?” Cecilia yelled. “I’m supposed to apologize again? I can’t keep apologizing anymore, Fred. You should apologize to me!”
The result was the beginning of another huge fight between them. Cecilia yelled at him, and he screamed back.
“Fine, be that way, Cecilia,” he shouted. “I’m not gonna give you any more chances.”
“Chances? You haven’t even given me enough time to explain myself!”
Fred snorted. “Here, tell me now, then.”
“Well, uhm... Huh?”
“Nice explanation. Now, when you’re done, maybe you can apologize.”
“You’re such an ass, Fred. Stop being so fucking stupid, and listen to me!”
She threw a punch at him, but he ducked and grabbed her around the waist and pushed her to the floor.
“Stop. Throwing. Punches. At me,” he said slowly.
“Stop. Being. An ass. Then,” she responded and kicked his leg. “Move. Away. Now.”
Fred moved his arm from under her head, so she hit the floor. “Fine. I’ll move.”
She rubbed the back of her head, and tried to push him away. “Move, then. Fred, I’m serious.”
“So am I,” he replied and sat up, while he pushed her forehead down to the floor.
Cecilia growled loudly and swung a punch at him again, this time he grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. “Stop it.”
He was so incredibly close, that her eyes couldn’t accustom to the very sight of him. Everything just got blurred and doubled. She wasn’t sure what she was doing. Her version of the event was going to be that he kissed her first. Not the other way around.
Fred leaned forward and kissed her softly. Why were they arguing again? Oh, right...
Cecilia was still mad at him, but she still answered his kiss. She had no idea why she did that, just that it felt comfortable to be in his arms again.
She wasn’t sure why she went to bed with him, but she was unbelievably pissed at herself, for letting him get away with it just like that.
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Notes: From Fred’s point of view.
“Maybe you should leave,” Cecilia hissed at him. So, now he was back to being her worst enemy again, huh? Funny, just a moment ago, she couldn’t leave him alone.
“Fine, I’ll leave.” Fred sat up and reached for his clothes. They were scattered all over the room, along with Cecilia’s clothes. Was this the stupidest thing ever, or what?
Cecilia practically pushed him out of bed. Well, she didn’t seem to be too content with the situation either.
It couldn’t have been the sex, because it had been... Good. Very good. Extremely good. So it had to be something else.
“Look, this was a mistake,” she mumbled. “I think you should leave now.”
“I heard you the first time,” he growled. She was definitely putting on her defense mechanism.
“Well, leave then.” What was it with this girl, always telling him to leave all the time? Leave her alone here, and leave her alone there. It was quite annoying, actually.
Fred moaned. His ex-girlfriend was pushing him out of bed at one in the morning. There had to be some kind of law against that. It was terribly cold on the floor. Why couldn’t she just have fallen asleep, so they could’ve had this argument tomorrow morning instead?
“Don’t mention this to Charlie, please.”
“Like it’s something I wanna brag about,” he muttered. “I rather kill myself then tell anyone ‘bout this.”
Fred saw her disappointed face. He couldn’t help but feeling a bit guilty. It hadn’t really been an attempt to insult her.
“Get out of my face, Fred. This was a mistake. Nothing else.”
“Fine. You’re crazy, Cecilia. I wouldn’t mind leaving at all.”
“Fine.”
“Fine!”
Fred pulled his jacket away from the desk and walked over to the door. “You’re fucking out of you mind,” she replied when she got out bed.
“You too,” he responded. “You’re fucking stupid, and this is a fucking mistake.”
Why did he curse at her? Just because she had started? That was mature...
He didn’t know where he had gotten the ability to say things he didn’t mean when he was mad. Maybe it was something he had inherited from his parents. He remembered their fights. Although, he would never ever hit her. Never.
Cecilia pulled the cover around her and leaned back up against the wall. He was furious by now. He needed to calm down, but he couldn’t go back to his room. Charlie would figure out what had happened if he came back now.
“I can’t believe you tricked me into this!”
“Me? You were quite satisfied with this whole situation just a while ago. You both looked and sounded content.”
Cecilia cried out and threw a book at him. Maybe it was time to leave now?
He stumbled to the door and managed to duck for the next book, flying at him. “You stupid idiot,” he screamed at her. Man, was he out of line or what? Why couldn’t he just have left her alone? No, he had to insult her too...
“I hate you!” Next book came right at him.
“You fucking idiot, you’re so fucking out of your mind.” Fred slammed the door behind him and walked back to his room. He was too tired to care if Charlie would make any comments or not. He just wanted to get Cecilia out of his system.
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Notes: From Charlie’s point of view.
Cecilia didn’t show up for school the next day. Charlie just figured that she had over slept when she didn’t come down for breakfast.
The first lesson was a complete chaos. Neither Fred nor Cecilia showed up, and Nish was furious that she seemed to not bother at all when it came to their science project.
“She can’t just not show up!” he’d been shouting through the whole lesson.
“Shut up,” Travis growled. “Fred isn’t here either, but you don’t see me complaining, do you?”
“Well, Fred’s at least a bit helpful. Cecilia is the she-devil. The Swedish she-devil.”
Charlie had been trying hard not to throw Nish out of the window.
For their second lesson of the day, Fred was already in the classroom when they’d arrive.
“Where were you at science?” Charlie asked. Fred hadn’t come back until three in the morning last night. This morning, he’d already been gone when Charlie woke up.
“Nowhere,” Fred sighed. He didn’t seem to be in the mood for any third degrees.
The day went by, without Cecilia turning up. When it was time for practice, and she still didn’t seem to show up, Charlie decided to go and get her.
He walked up to her room, and knocked on the door.
“Leave me alone,” he heard a muffled voice from the other side of the door.
“Open, Cee, it’s me.” Silence.
“Cee?”
“Leave, Charlie. I want to be alone.”
Charlie pushed the door open. Cecilia was lying in her bed, rolled up into a little ball. She sniffed a little, so he guessed that she’d been crying.
“Are you alright?” he asked. “You’re not sick or something?”
“No,” she sobbed. “I’m just... Sad that Christmas is so far away.”
“Nothing to do with Fred, then?”
“No!” she yelled loudly. “I have forgotten all about that idiot.”
“You can’t just skip school whenever you like. Come with me to practice now.”
“No,” she growled. “I’m never leaving my bed again.”
Charlie was already annoyed with her. She and Fred had probably been fighting last night, that’s why they both behaved like the world was ending.
“I don’t care, Cee. You’re coming with me, and that’s it.”
He walked up to her and dragged her out of bed. She tried to struggle to get free, but up against Charlie, she was helpless.
He pulled and dragged her through the hallway, and when he got to the front door, he tossed her over his shoulder and carried her over the lawn and over to the rink.
He’d stopped listening to her screams and insults some time ago. She seemed to be pissed, but what could he do about that? He couldn’t let her off the hook that easy. Maybe if he had, things would’ve worked out for the better...
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Notes: From Cecilia’s point of view.
Cecilia was boiling with rage. She was fine with the fact that Charlie had disturbed her during her ‘depressed-time’, but when he tried to boss her around? Nope, she wouldn’t let him get away with it that easy. Not like she had let Fred get away with things last night.
She had crawled into bed, after Fred had left last night. At first, she’d been crying, and then she fell asleep. When she woke up again, it was almost eleven in the morning. Or the day, whatever you could call it. It was late, anyway.
After she’d change the sheets and showered several times, she had crawled into bed again. She had just been in the beginning of another cry-attack, when Charlie showed up.
Now she was being carried through the hallway towards the locker-room. What had she done to deserve this?
“Let me down!” she shouted at him. He did, but not until they were in the locker-room.
Every one of their teammates stared at them. Who could blame them, the way she was acting?
“Let go of me, Charlie! I’ll kill you, if you don’t. I’m not kidding, I’ll kill you!”
“I’m not arguing with the possibility of you killing me or not. Now, behave and get changed.”
“No!”
Okay, she was being a baby. She could admit that. She had proved it right now.
“Yes!”
Charlie was behaving like a baby too, luckily enough.
She shoved him in the stomach, and he finally let her go. She ran to the door and was about to escape back to her room, when the door opened and she tumbled right into it. Someone caught her, before she hit the floor.
It was Fred. Of course. When he saw whom he’d just caught, he let go of her in pure surprise. “Sorry,” he muttered. She got back on her feet and gave him an evil glare. Sorry? Was that all?
Fred went over to his side of the bench and threw his bag on the floor with a loud crashing sound. Deserves him right, if something broke.
“What’s up with you guys? Have you been arguing or what?” Great, another one who wanted to butt in. Cecilia threw one of the hockey sticks at Portman. She had to stop throwing things at people, she knew that. Maybe if they stopped pissing her off, she would someday.
“Watch out, she’s armed,” Fred said maliciously. “Better not make her mad, she might blow up.”
“Screw you,” she replied. She needed to work on her comebacks. She couldn’t just use her ‘screw-you’ comment every time she wanted to insult someone.
“Nice come-back, I think that one was almost clever. Coming from you, anyway.”
She was about to say ‘screw you’ again, but changed her mind. That would just prove him right.
He sneered at her and opened his bag. “Don’t blow your mind, trying to find something smart to say.”
“I won’t. I’m not gonna waste myself on you.”
“Guess you’ve changed pretty drastically the last twenty-four hours, then. Coz I seem to remember you wasted quite some time on me last night, right?”
Cecilia jumped up on the bench in front of him and swung a punch at him again. Why did she keep on doing that, even if she knew she wasn’t going to succeed?
She tripped over him and they both fell to the floor. He pushed her down and grabbed her hands.
“Don’t do that again.” He sounded seriously pissed. Maybe she should just leave? That would probably work out for the best. It was just so typical her, to do the exact opposite.
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Notes: From Fred’s point of view.
Cecilia attacked him once more, by trying to hit him, but he was used to her little stunts by now, so he ducked and caught her when she fell over him.
He already knew he was taking it too far. His last comment was totally pointless. He wasn’t sure why he’d said it in the first place. Just to get her even madder, probably. He regretted that the rest of the team overheard his comment too.
He had to stop saying things he didn’t mean!
Cecilia struggled to get free, and they both went to opposite sides of the room. She was close to tears, and he sighed. What was he doing?
He took a step closer to her, and she backed away. “Don’t touch me,” she mumbled. He would never do that. Didn’t she know that by now?
“Stop trying to hit me, then.” Was he actually trying to threaten her?
Cecilia had a betrayed look in her eyes. She looked both scared and furious at the same time.
“Stop being such a jerk to me,” she hissed. “I won’t hit you if you don’t treat me like dirt.”
“I won’t treat you like dirt, if you weren’t garbage.”
Okay, totally the wrong thing to say. Damn his parents to bring him up to be a jerk.
“Screw you!”
“And once again she dazzle us with her sharp tongue. Isn’t it entertaining?” he said sarcastically.
Cecilia tossed another hockey stick, this time right at him. He shoved it away with his hands. What he’d expect? That she wouldn’t do that?
“You’re suck a huge asshole,” she yelled. “I hate you.”
“You didn’t hate me last night.”
“Well, if I known that you were going to be such an ass, I never would’ve slept with you in the first place,” she growled.
“Hey, who’s arguing with that? The only reason I let you have your way was because you were such an easy laid.”
Why couldn’t he just shut his stupid mouth closed? This was bad, he knew it.
“What?” she gasped. He saw that her hands were shaking. Had he just said that?
“You heard me,” he growled. “There’s a word for people like you.”
“You know, I think that’s enough,” Charlie interrupted. Why hadn’t someone interfered until know?
“Fuck you!” Another hockey stick came flying at him, and he tried to avoid it to hit him. Cecilia kept throwing different items at him, and he tried his best to duck away. When she was done with the hockey sticks, she went on with softer things like the towels and water bottles.
“Stop it,” he yelled at her. If someone didn’t calm down soon, this would result in disaster. “You can be such a bitch sometimes!”
More bottles. One of them hit his arm, and the water splashed all over the room. Great.
“At least I’m not a jerk.”
“Just an easy laid, huh?” Fred continued. He could’ve bitten his tongue off by now.
He grabbed the next hockey stick that she threw at him. He decided to end this now. He hurried up to her before she had the change to provide herself with more objects she could toss at him.
He pushed her up against the wall, and held the hockey stick to her arm. “Hit me,” he demanded. “Just do it.”
Cecilia was scared now, so he let go of her a little. She shook her head. “Are you going to hit me?” she asked quietly.
“No, of course not, you stupid girl.”
“I might. Are you going to continue throwing stuff at me?” Cecilia took a deep breath and closed her eyes. In the next second, she shoved him away again, and grabbed the box of hockey-pucks that were standing on the floor. She flipped it over, and all the pucks went out on the floor, and the ones who didn’t, she began to throw at him. Pucks were way harder then hockey sticks, and when the last puck hit him in the head, he lost his balance and fell into the locker behind him.
Cecilia grabbed the hockey stick from him. “Don’t ever threaten me again,” she said with a sad voice. “I hate you.”
Fred got on his feet again, but she was already gone. Well, this was perfect. Just perfect.
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