Let's Get One Thing Straight,

I was grumbling lowly to myself, Karma was out to get me. I kicked my car tire, I was still miles away from home. No one bothering to answer their phones in my most desperate time. I had no choice but to dial the number.

"Hello?"
"Hey, Kenny,"
"Macy?"
"Yeah,"
"What's going on?"
"Well, my car broke down, and no one's picking up. So do you think you could help me out?"
"Uh, y-yeah. Just give me about 10 minutes, I'll be there."
"Thank you,"
"Mhm,"

I was still wearing the same clothes as the day before, feeling disgusting as I sat in my driver's seat. My car was old, I knew that much, but as always, everything goes wrong at the most horrid of times.

I felt the sweat roll down my spinal cord, my hair sticking to my neck slightly. I waited what seemed for eternities until he pulled up. My smile was minuscule, he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Well, I called a tow truck,"
"Thanks Kenny, you didn't have to,"
"It's okay, I wanted to,"
"Thank you for doing this, I really appreciate it,"
"No problem," We sat in his car the AC blowing a slight chill over my body.

"...you know how I feel about her."

Those were the only words I kept replaying in my head as he sat there silently.

"I can't handle how awkward this is," I blurted.
"How is this awkward?"
"Come on Kennedy, we're sitting here, the only sound is the AC blowing, conversation used to be so easy for us,"
"Things are different now Macy,"
"Why are you mad Kenny?"
"I'm not,"
"It was that kiss wasn't it?"
"It's your life,"
"Kennedy come on, how do you think I felt when you said you wouldn't want to marry me?"
"Not bad enough to get with him,"
"What?!"
"I'm just saying,"
"Just saying I can't be with anyone else when you don't want to be with me?"
"I never said I didn't want to be with you!"
"Why are you yelling at me?" I was quiet.
"Sorry, but you can't understand Macy. You left me,"
"I'm sorry for that, but forgive me Kennedy,"
"I'm bitter,"
"I feel it,"
"But I'm trying,"
"Thanks," Conversation was dead.

The tow truck came and towed my car, Kennedy followed close behind. He would look over at me every few minutes. I was feeling so empty, he didn't understand me anymore.

"I'm sorry I freaked out back there,"
"It's fine,"
"Maybe we can try again eventually you know,"
"Eventually," I repeated.
"Well not now obviously, you're a little tied up with John,"
"I don't even see him like that,"
"He sees you like that, a little more than I'd prefer actually,"
"What?"
"You two slept together last night,"
"What the fuck--no we didn't."
"You're stuff was all over his floor,"
"I got trashed last night, after you left,"

He got quiet, I had to play this off. I had to act like I never had before.

"You said something didn't you?"
"Well-I, I thought he'd taken advantage of you or something,"
"Are you serious?"
"I'm 20, not 15 anymore Kennedy,"
"I know Macy, but I guess I'll always feel like you're mine,"