Make Me Better

My dad still hadn't been home but he would call every hour or so, the last time he called he told me that I should go stay with my grandma, I didn't object. I wasn't very fond of being being alone at home. When I got to my grandma's house, she was in her backyard picking flowers. She smiled up at me as she handed me a pink flower, I leaned down a bit so that she could put it in my hair.

"How are you, sweetie?" She asked, taking me into her arms for a hug. I shrugged my shoulders, "I'm fine."

"Oh?" She quirked an eyebrow, "Now, tell me the truth, Olive. No need to lie to your old grandmother." I laughed a little as I pulled away from her.

"I'm good, really." I nodded. She sighed and then put a hand under her chin, thinking quietly. She gave a knowing look before a small smile appeared on her lips,

"It has to do with a boy."

"No." I retorted too quickly. She let a chuckled, "Well, go on," She motioned towards me, "Tell me." I hesitated at first not really knowing what to say and I also didn't need everyone to know about my relationship problems.

"Well, Frank and I are spending some time apart." I said slowly, making sure not to make eye contact with her.

"Why is that?" She asked softly. I hesitated once more, I wasn't too sure if I should be telling my grandma that my boyfriend slept with his ex because he was plastered at some party.

"He..." I mumbled slowly, "He umm. He got drunk and he did stuff with some girl." It was quiet for a moment and it had made me regret ever saying anything, what was I thinking? I just told my GRANDMA that my boyfriend cheated on me. How embarrassing.

"Oh." She said with a sigh, "Do you love him, Olive?" I looked over at her slowly, letting her words sink in.

"Of course." I nodded, feeling a bit like an idiot. As much as I didn't want to love Frank, I couldn't help it.

"Do you love him enough to look past this? You say he was drunk? That means he didn't do it intentionally. Or do you think he lied about being drunk?"

"I don't know yet. I want things to work out, obviously," I said quietly, sighing a bit when I felt my eyes starting to water, "But I'm still so mad and so embarrassed. He wouldn't lie to me, I believe that he was drunk but that doesn't really change anything, not to me."

"Does he know how you feel?"

"I guess. I told him I needed some time, we didn't break up officially. It just bothers me because I don't know how long it will take me to look past this. I go to school and have to deal with the stupid girl he slept with," I groaned in frustration at the thought of Jenna,"I punched her today."

My grandma chuckled, "Did you, really?" I nodded, "Did you get her good?"

"Made her nose bleed." I smiled.

"That's my girl." She patted my back, "I can't tell you what to do because you should be the one to decide, but I do know that high school is tough, and I know things will get easier for you and Frank once you're done with high school. You won't have to deal with petty problems, like the one you're dealing with now. Everyone makes mistakes and the one Frank made is pretty bad, but you have to decide whether or not you're willing to forgive and forget."

For the rest of day, I thought over my grandma's words. What was I supposed to do? I could so easily stay mad forever, I couldn't even see myself ever forgetting this whole ordeal. But if I wanted things to work out with Frank, I had to forget all about this and forgive him completely. I could forgive him if I really wanted to, but how could I ever trust him?
God, this was all so confusing and I was tired of thinking about it.
That night, I had tried my hardest to clear my mind, I stayed up quite late just watching tv and eating junk food. The next morning, I rolled off the couch and walked into the bathroom. I didn't want to go to school, and I was wondering if my grandma would let me stay. I didn't even bother asking because I knew she would say no, then she would go on about how I shouldn't be afraid of anything.

I wasn't afraid, I was just really annoyed. All I really wanted to do was go spend time with my mom ,but I had to wait until after school to do that. I walked down the pathway, keeping my eyes on the ground. I could hear the faint chatter around me as I approached the school. No one talked to me, no one looked at me, that is minus Mikey. I was glad he was back because with him, I didn't feel so alone.
When I was sitting in second period, the teacher gently tapped my shoulder, I thought he was going to scold me for not paying attention but instead he said, "They want you in the principal's office, Olive." Which was much worse than being scolded. I grabbed my things and walked out, taking my sweet time to get to my destination.

"Have a seat." The principal, Mr. Quinn said sternly.

"Rumors are that you're the one who punched Jenna?" I opened my mouth to reply but he silenced me, "Is it true?" I figured that's why I was here, for punching stupid little Jenna.

"Yes." I mumbled, I prayed silently in my head; please don't call my parents or I'll be in some deep shit.