Wheee!! Chapter 6 was awesome Maddie. Thank you. We really have to do that again!

 

 

Chapter 7 – The Blonde Bitch

 

           

            I let the water run over my body for a few minutes while thinking about Joel. What is that boy’s problem? Why can’t he just tell me what’s going on? Men can be so stupid sometimes. I started washing my hair. What’s so great about Stephie? She’s just another groupie in it so she can say she dated a rock star. She couldn’t even remember his bands name! GOOD CHARLOTTE. What’s so hard about that? And “Hottie Pottie”. Who calls anyone by that? She’s so...ugh. Joel is even worse for staying with her. I can see he doesn’t want to be with her. So what’s his problem? He has a mind…make a decision.

            What am I saying? He’s obviously happy with her. Maybe I should just find someone new. Move on. He undoubtedly doesn’t want to be with me. He’s with Stephie. The blonde bitch. 

            There was a soft knock on the door, “Are you almost done in there?” Joel said while opening the door.

            “Uh, yeah..” I said while turning off the water, “I just gotta get dressed.”

            “Ok…” Joel closed the door.

            That boy has issues. I put on the radio and hummed along to “Become What You Hate” by Midtown. Still in my towel, I brushed my hair and put it back into a messy bun. Next I put on my gray Dickies and studded belt. I reached for my bra when Joel burst through my bathroom door.

            “Are you—” he said. He stopped, and stared at my chest. “Niiiiiiiice…” he said while licking his lips.

            “Joel!” I screamed, grabbing a towel as a cover up. “Get out!”

            His jaw was still dropped, “Wow…”

            “Get out!” I screamed louder, this time pushing him out of the door.

He started laughing, which made me push harder. “Ok…” he paused, “Nice rack.”

“Argh!” I slammed the door shut.

I put on my bra, midtown baseball tee shirt and “I Y Zack Morris” hoodie and went into my kitchen, where Joel and Stephie where all over each other.

            ((At this point, Maddie walks in, hits Vicky hard on the head with a frozen trout, pokes her now unconscious body, and takes a seat at the computer.))

            I wondered how Joel could be staring at me one moment, and with her the next.

            Stephanie giggled as she tried to force Joel’s hand down the front of her too short skirt. Her lips were still all over his neck. I thought before that maybe, just maybe, that there was a small, minute, remote possibility that Joel actually liked Steph, but now I’m firmly convinced he’s just with her because he can have her; and she just wants a rock star.  That’s it.  This is my apartment and nobody gets to make out on my kitchen counter unless I’m having a sexy dream or something.

“Ahem.” I cleared my throat and Joel looked up at me, but his girl toy didn’t respond. “Stephanie!” She looked up. “I think it’s time for you to leave.”

She smiled. “But, why? Fi-Fi, don’t worry about it.  I’m having fun here, and I have plenty of time to spend here. I don’t need to leave.”

I rolled my eyes; she is so stupid. “No hun, I’m not giving you a choice.  I don’t want you here right now, or any more.”

She pouted, “But why? We’re almost just like best friends!”

I rolled my eyes, “We’re not best friends; we’re not even friends.  In fact, I don’t like you much at all.  I’m starting to dislike you greatly.”

She sat there for a minute with an empty look on her face. “That’s terrible!” Delayed reaction, it took her a while to process what I said.

“It’s my apartment and I would appreciate if you left.”

She looked to Joel and he nodded, “You’d better go, Steph.”

She sat there and pouted.   Normally, I don’t kick people out of my house, but come on – she was ready to get dirty with Joel on my counter.  I eat there!

She stuck her pouty bottom lip out at Joel once more then finally dragged to the door and left.

Joel looked at me and I stared back.

“Fi,” Why does he say my name with so much affection? He had his ‘Stephy.’ “I’m sorry.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, “Sorry for what? For hurting my feelings? For confusing me?  For walking in on me when I was naked? For lying to me?”

I was about to continue when Joel frowned, “I never lied to you Fi.”

“Not telling is part of lying.”

He looked at me.

“Why didn’t you tell me about her?” I hated sounding hurt, but I was. “Why didn’t I know about Stephanie?”

Joel shrugged sadly, “Because I’m a jerk.”

I rolled my eyes, “Tell me something I don’t know.”

“Fi, I’ll be honest.  I was lonely.  I didn’t have you; I didn’t have anyone.  It hurt, Fiona.  I’m not trying to sound like a chump, but I’m serious.  The guys didn’t understand; and besides, the guys aren’t the same as a girlfriend.  Stephanie was at a show once. She’s a very animated person. She’s a very different girl. ”  Different doesn’t begin to describe the space in her head.  “She smiled and asked to hook up with me.  I’m not usually that kind of guy – I don’t usually value physical relationships over anything else.  But at the time, after the show, the guys all seemed so happy, so ready to have fun.  For the first time, I realized how lonely I really was.  All I wanted was you, but you were so far away, so from reach.  I missed you and tried to supplement my missing feelings with someone else.  I mean, Stephanie was fine with it – she got what she wanted, a so called ‘rock star.’”

“Joel Madden,” I don’t think I’ve called him by his full name before, maybe I have, “Don’t try to make me feel sorry for you.  You were lonely? You think I don’t know that feeling? Of course I do.  I was just getting over Evan before.  It was a long-term relationship and it just up and ended.  Of course I needed time.  But I wasn’t alone, you know why? Because I had you as a friend, helping me, letting me move on so that one day, I wouldn’t have to be alone.  And then, and then, I’m finally ready to tell you the extent of my feelings, how I feel for you, and you’re with her! I understand you got a girlfriend, but you said it yourself – it was a physical relationship.  Joel, you know what lonely is? It’s when the person who helps you move on, who puts you back on you feet, comes back to you, doesn’t mention if his feelings have changed, doesn’t mention an unknown girlfriend, and then acts like no one else is there when he makes out with this so called girlfriend.  That’s what lonely is.”

I watched his face, my eyes locked on his bottomless pools of chocolate brown. I watched him feel hurt, sadness, pain.  I watched him and realized I hurt him in the same way he hurt me.  I watched him and realized that this relationship could never work if he was just going to feel sorry for himself and tell me nothing. With that, I turned on my heel and retreated to my room, leaving Joel, hopefully, with some things to think about.

Lying on my bed, I smiled despite myself – on the bright side, the blonde bitch is gone.

 

 

 

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