Rhea: Jamie (Part Two)Mature

Two hours and several hits later, we decided to hit the movie theatre. I was still pretty baked, but nobody minded. The boys would watch out for me. As we bought our tickets and strolled into the theatre, I saw Tom. What was worse, he was holding the hand of Chrissy. Perfect.

I tried to inconspicuously get to the movie, but the boys wanted popcorn and drinks, so we stood in line waiting for them. Of course, Tom and Chrissy got in line right behind us. Turning red, I tried to hide my face.

"Rhea!" Tom greeted me happily. "What's up?"

"Uhh... not much?" I hugged him, realising afterwards that it was a bad idea because there was no way he could miss the fumes coming off me. "Just out for a movie. How you doing, Chrissy?"

She looked pissed, but smiled at me anyways. Typical. "Fine."

Leaning back towards my friends, I desperately tried to figured out what to do. Tom, oblivious as usual to Chrissy's ire, seemed in the mood for small talk. I realised we were pretty close to the front of the line, so I decided to end the conversation and any ideas Chrissy might have. Subtly, I reached back and met an hand, which I pulled to go around my waist, almost like a seatbelt. "Well, I guess I'll catch you two tomorrow, huh?" I turned to get the popcorn and drinks, not even looking at whoever had his arm around my waist until Tom and Chrissy were gone. As we walked away from the counter, I glanced over.


Shy little Joey was blushing as hard as I'd seen anyone blush. I dropped his arm like it was hot. Turning red, I stammered an apology and some crap about not knowing who was behind me. We took the popcorn into the movie in silence.

Fortunately, we missed Tom and Chrissy on the way out of the theatre. Jamie drove me home a little later, and I crashed on my bed. 

How was it possible for me to have a crush on someone I'd just met, especially someone who was in such a bad place? I didn't know much about him, but from what I'd heard and seen that night he wasn't exactly in a place to be dating girls. IF he was even interested at all.

The next morning was dry as a bone, like it had never even rained at all. True to his word, Tom picked me up that morning. He seemed fairly cheerful, but I was in no mood for it. Last night, I realised where my true friends were. I didn't belong with his crowd and I never would. Somehow, I was fine with that. Poor Tom, though. He was probably confused when I just stared out his car window and didn't speak to him. 

As I walked down the aisle to me seat, I paused between Isobel and Chrissy. Looking down, I took a breath. They looked a bit apprehensive.

"I'm sorry I flipped out on you two yesterday. You probably didn't deserve it." Isobel looked surprised, but Chrissy was still unbelieving.

Isobel started to say something about it being okay and that I didn't need to worry about it, but I cut her off. "Just because I can do the right thing and apologise doesn't mean I want to be friends." I walked to my seat, leaving them in stunned silence. 

Slipping into my seat, I glanced at Tom. He looked confused, which only made me smile. Leaning back, I settled into my seat before the teacher started in. Stretching my neck, I turned my head away from Tom. I froze. Two seats away lounged Joey. I smiled tentatively, then pretended to be busy with my notebook.


The End

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