Sweet Summertime
♥
Chapter
Twelve
Graham turned into a
driveway. He got out of the car and held the
passenger door open for me. We walked together, hand
in hand to the front door of his friend's house.
He knocked on the door and a good looking guy
answered the door. God, are all hockey players so
hot?
"Hey man," Graham said to the boy who
answered the door.
"Graham! And Graham's lady," he
said.
I laughed and Graham said, "Oh sorry! Lucy, this
is my friend Jake. Jake this is my girlfriend
Lucy."
"Nice to meet you," I said and shook
Jake's hand.
"You picked a good one man, what nice
manners."
We stepped into Jake's house and he lead us down
to his basement. There was a group of guys there and
a few girls too. They all cheered when they saw
Graham, "Man we haven't seen you in
forever!" a blond boy said.
"Graham! I missed you, come sit by meeee!"
a girl whined. She was wearing a low cut shirt. Her
face was orange and her arms were white.
Graham ignored her, he sat down on an empty love seat
and I sat down next to him. He introduced me to all
his friends and I learned that the orange faced
girl's name was Sammi.
Everyone was joking around and talking among one
another. I had no clue what to do with myself. I knew
no one and no of them seemed to want to get to know
me. Graham was busy talking about the NHL with a few
hockey boys to keep me company so I just awkwardly
sat in a chair.
After awhile Graham seemed to notice I was being
rather quiet. "Well we should get going, talk to
you guys later."
A chorus of goodbyes came our way as we walked up the
stairs. We got into his car and hit the road.
"What was that?" he asked me.
"What? What was what?" I asked,
confused.
"You made no effort to get know any of
them!"
"I made no effort!? I'm sorry that I
didn't feel like they liked me. I'm sorry I
felt that they didn't even want to get to know
me! What was I suppose to do?" I yelled, tears
streaming down my face.
"Maybe try talking to them," he said in a
grumpy tone.
"I didn't see any of them trying to talk to
me. Why are you putting it all on me?"
"Because, you said you wanted to meet them but
then acted like you didn't want to be there. I
never get to see them anymore because of you."
Graham yelled.
I felt like he took a knife and stabbed me in the
heart with it. Luckily he pulled into my driveway,
"You never get to see them anymore because of
me? Well here's the easy solution, don't
f*cking talk to me again!" I slammed his car
door shut and ran into my house. Mary was sitting at
the kitchen table with the little neighbor boy. Even
my little sister has a better love life than me!
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