My Fake Relationship (23 page)

I stayed at the cabin for two weeks. I smiled as I ran my fingers over the soft old couch. It felt smooth and just how I remembered it when I was 8. I looked at the coffee stain on the floor and put my head on the arm of the couch to stare at it. I remember that my grandma had given me a taste of her coffee and me being only 4, wanting a little more. The cup tipped back to far and got it all over my face, then I dropped the cup and screamed because it was a little hot. It made the stain on the floor. I closed my eyes and I swear I could almost hear my grandma humming in the kitchen, and the sound of the microwave turn on, as she heated a cup of coffee or tea. But I could hear nothing. I reopened my eyes and looked at the fireplace in front of me. There were no Christmas decorations, no Christmas tree or any presents. Just a fireplace. Christmas was over but sometimes you could still feel like it was still there. The smell, the sound….but no. there was nothing. The only thing I did for Christmas was make myself a small turkey and mashed potatoes. Plus I went into the closest town and bought myself a couple books. The TV here has only 5 channels. My mom had called the day I got there at midnight. She was worried, of course. But I wouldn’t tell her what was wrong. After that, she called once a day, then later once every couple days. I hadn’t heard anything from Zane either. I was pretty sure I wouldn’t either. School would be starting back up soon, too. Tomorrow actually. Today was New Year’s. I could hear fireworks going off miles away. I stood up and walked to the window pulling my sleeves down around my fingers and watched fireworks shoot up from the towns below me.

Zane:

I watched the fireworks as one of the moronic party-goers threw a firework and it bounced back to hit him in the leg. He screamed. I sighed and took another long drink of my beer. I had gotten out of the hospital a week ago. I was finally mostly better. The bastard Scott was in jail for a couple years and my mom was happy. But I wasn’t. I didn’t know why, though. I should be happy, Olivia and I aren’t together. She cheated on me! No bitch cheats on Zane Walker! I clenched my hands tightly. But Olivia isn’t a bitch. I had thought I was in—

“Yo Zane! Want to take a crack at this?” one of the guys asked holding up a fancy firework. I shook my head. He laughed and lit it himself. I didn’t know how she was doing and she hadn’t tried to call me. I didn’t either. I wanted to see her. I wanted to go tell her that I forgive her but I couldn’t. I thought we had something going till she decided to have sex with Grant. It hurt more then anything in my life. Not even Scott putting me in the hospital hurt as much as that. I sighed and took another drink.

“Hey honey,” said a sly voice. I looked over and saw some stupid blonde cheerleader in a tight skirt walking over to me. She had on little clothing for it to be 40 degrees out and January 1st. It was actually warm for January.

I raised an eyebrow.

“How are you? Heard you and that girl broke up.”

I shrugged.

“Fine. And yeah.” I said, not caring.

She came up and pressed her body on the side of mine making sure I feel her boobs on my arm.

“Want to go have a little party of our own?” she asked batting her eye lashes at me. She wasn’t pretty. She wore gobs of makeup and her lips were bright red and some was on her chin. She also smelled like beer. I thought of Olivia kissing Grant and smirked at the ground. I, then, looked up at the cheerleader and grinned.

“I like parties.” She smiled seductively and took my hand. If Olivia can play this game, so can I. The girl pulled me forward quickly as we rounded the porch then walked across the yard to tool shed. I grimaced slightly. I hate these kind of places but oh well. She pulled me into the shed and it smelled like ground. She slammed the door shut and I could barely see her as she grabbed my face. It was dark but only some of the light from the house. She kissed me roughly and moaned into my mouth. Her hands were cold on my neck and I felt weird for a moment. Olivia didn’t kiss like this. She was rough. Olivia’s lips were gentle…..Don’t think about her! You’re making out with another girl! I put my hands around the girl’s waist and pulled her to me. She was little and there was barely anything to hold on to. I didn’t like it. Olivia was taller and I didn’t have to bend my head down this low or have my whole hand fit around this girl’s stomach. She bit my lip moaning again then bit my chin. I almost ‘owed’ it hurt. She tasted of beer and strawberries; rotten strawberries. She put her hands on my chest and slipped her hands down, feeling my abs.

“Oh, you are so hot!” she sang feeling every curve. “I just want to eat you!” she practically ripped off my shirt and I grunted.

Oh man, this is just weird. I don’t even know this girl’s name and I’m about to have sex with her! For only my second time. I don’t even know if I did it right the first time! I guess I did, I mean Olivia didn’t complain about it. Though, I don’t think she would have. She’s too nice of a person. Ugh! Stop it! With the anger I felt for her I put my hand under the girl’s skirt and grabbed her thigh. “Oh yes!” she gasped between her tongue in my mouth. She lifted her leg and hooked it around mine.

“Ugh, do that again,” she coed.

I grabbed her thigh.

“Closer.” She whispered.

I put my hand further up her skirt and I felt the heat from her. I squeezed.

“Zane baby!” she screamed arching her back, her body very close to mine, rubbing me inside my jeans. It didn’t really turn me on though. She pulled away from me and yanked off her shirt clumsily. A flash from the night with Olivia came across my eyes as the girl put her lips back on mine. Olivia’s slight smile as she straddled me and pulled up her shirt. Then as she bent down to kiss me sweetly with her eyes tightly shut.

“Olivia…..” I whispered. The girl pulled back.

“What?” she asked. I swallowed.

“Nothing.”

She stared a minute then shrugged.

“I want your pants off.” she breathed putting her hands on the top of my jeans.

I bit my lip. “Yeah,” I said. She yanked off my belt then unzipped my pants and pulled them down. She licked my leg as she came back up. I jumped slightly surprised. She grinned at me then unclipped her bra. Her breast fell out. They were really tiny. I remembered Olivia’s. How nice they were. Just perfect. I shook my head. Don’t Zane. She latched onto me, throwing her whole body around me. She licked and kissed my neck as I held onto her, trying not to fall over. Again a picture of Olivia smiling and laughing filled my vision. Her pretty eyes, the way they glowed when she saw something she liked. The way she would frown if something bothered her. The way she would look off into the distance in her own world. Not caring what was happening in this one. I opened my eyes and dropped the girl who clung to me. She gasped.

“What?” she asked annoyed. I clenched my teeth. You’re such a pussy! She cheated on you but you still can’t have sex with anyone else! You’re worthless.

“I can’t,” I said. I grabbed my clothes and put them on.

“What did you just say to me?” the cheerleader asked.

I zipped up my pants. I got chills from the snow outside. I couldn’t believe I didn’t feel that till now. Must have been thinking too much.

“I said, I don’t want to have sex with you. I’m leaving.” I pushed past her putting on my jacket. I had found it folded up on the brown chair Olivia would come and sit on in the hospital. I asked the nurse about it and she said a girl gave it to her at the desk.

“You’re such a looser!” the girl called out at me.

I just ignored her putting my head down and walked back to my car.

I woke up to a giant headache and groaned. No, no, no! Damn, I had to get a hangover EVERY time I got drunk! Fucking sucks. I slapped my alarm and it went on snooze for the 13th time.

“Zane….” Mom said outside my door.

“No,” I said sleepily. I heard my door creak open.

“Zane, get up, it’s getting late.” I ignored her and shoved my face into the pillow. “Zane, get up!” she yelled. I winced but ignored her. Then I heard her walk away. Ha-ha! I started to fall back into sleep as I heard my name being called again. Then before I knew it a wooden spoon was pounding on a metal pan ringing in through my ears. I jumped up quickly screaming then fell face first onto the floor.

“That’s what you get for drinking,” mom said smugly.

 I went to school popping 4 Aspirin into my mouth and putting on a pair of sunglasses. I walked in slowly trying not to slap my feet on the ground because it hurt my ears.

“Hey Zane!” one of my friends called putting out his hand for me to slap. I ignored him and walked to my locker. I didn’t want to talk to anyone today. People murmured around me but I just pretend I didn’t care. Someone tapped my back.

“Zane.” A quiet voice said. I ignored them. “Zane!” she yelled. She pulled my shoulder and Kendra looked me straight in the eyes. She looked like shit. She had dark purple lines under her eyes and her hair was a mess.

“Would you stop being arrogant! I don’t want to yell, it hurts too much,” she said closing her eyes for a second. She was hung over too.

“What do you want then?” I asked bitterly.

She flinched slightly. Either from me saying it too loudly or because it was mean. Both would be good to me. I could care less to even talk to this girl again.

“I want to talk to you about Olivia,”

“Kendra, leave me the hell alone.” I warned as I stepped around her.

“Zane wait!” she yelled.

“Oh! Fuck that hurt!” she said stopping to hold her head. The bell rang and we both grabbed our ears. Kids left the hallways. I started for my class ignoring her.

“Zane, stop!” she ran up and grabbed me roughly.

“Ow!” I yelled.

“Come with me,” she ordered strongly. She pulled me across the school and pushed me into a closet.

“What the hell do you want?!” I yelled. She pushed me back. I hit the wall and stared wide eyed at her. She looked pissed.

“You listen to me! I’m trying to tell you something and you are being a jerk!” I was surprised.

“Fine.” I said, like a child.

She huffed.

“Olivia didn’t have sex with Grant.”

I gasped and rolled my eyes standing back up again.

“Yeah rig—“

“You shut the freak up and listen!” she pushed me back again. I stumbled and fell to my butt. She glared down at me. “Don’t even say another word!” she warned. “Olivia did the exact opposite! She told Grant that she did NOT and I repeat NOT like him and she thanked him for dumping her.”

I frowned up at her.

“Why would she thank him?”

Kendra’s face softened.

“Because she said she fell in love with you.”

My heart stopped. Never in my life did I think I would hear that from Olivia. I stared dumbfounded. Oh god, I said really mean stuff to her. I…..that’s why she came so late! She wanted to tell me something! She was going to tell me that.

“Oh man,” I said putting my hands to my face.

“Yeah exactly!” Kendra said.

“What did I do?” I asked myself out loud.

Kendra sighed.

“How do you know this?” I asked looking up at her.

“I was making out in the hallway when she came running out of the room with Grant telling him off and saying she had to go find you.”

I clenched my teeth. I’ve screwed everything up.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked.

She frowned slightly.

“Because, even if we haven’t been getting along, I still love her. She was like my sister. I couldn’t let her get hurt again even if the first time was my fault.” She was looking down frowning. Her eyes got misty.

“I screwed our friendship up because of a guy,” she laughed coldly. “I’m an idiot.”

I looked up at her. Maybe she wasn’t as bad as I thought. She was just as screwed as I was. I didn’t feel anything for her romantically, but I could maybe think we could be friends sometime.

“I need to go talk to her.” I said standing up feeling determined.

“Yeah….wait!” she said as I reached for the door.

“What?”

“I forgot! Olivia isn’t at school or home.”

I frowned.

“Then where the hell is she?” I asked annoyed.

She bit her lip.

“I called her and her parents said that she left two weeks ago. Said she went to see her grandma or something? Or someplace around the mountains? I can’t remember.” Why would she go to her grandma’s?

“And she’s not here today?” I asked.

She shook her head with a sad expression.

“Damn!” I said and opened the door. Where would she be around the mountains……? “Oh! I know where she is!” I said thinking back to our little….. “
There is this great place I know of. It’s up around the mountains somewhere. My grandma used to take me up there and we would stay for a week or two on holidays when my parents went away. It was always so beautiful in the winter…….”