Hotel California

"I can’t relieve what I’m hearing!” I heard Greta say, with her obnoxiously loud voice. “You are asking her to be your girlfriend? And you are saying no to him? "
"Greta" I sighed annoyed. "You really shouldn’t care"
"Ok I’m sorry for worrying about you both"
"or maybe you are just jealous" said tom with a serious tone.
"Me? Jealous? How could I be jealous if I have my sugar cup" she said in a stupid-lovey-dovey voice to the guy next to her, obviously much older than us and her obviously her boyfriend. "i couldnt be jealous of Thomas"
"Or maybe you are just being a bitch" spat tom angrily.
"Look friend" interrupted Greta’s ‘sugar cup’ "be careful with your words man. We don’t want any trouble… do we? "
"Excuse me, what’s your name… friend?” asked tom
"Spencer…"
"Well… Spencer. Would you mind if we stepped outside for a minute? "
"Are you suggesting a fight?”
"No I was being literal. I want to go outside and talk"

I could see how tom muttered ‘idiot’ under his breath, before getting up. "I will be right back Alex. "
Both guys left the place and by the window i could see how they were both talking. I even saw Spencer light up a cigarette.

"So tell me Alexandra"
My thought was cut short abruptly by the sound of Greta’s voice "what does it feel to be so close to death?"
"The same you feel when your head it full of shit…"
"Don’t talk to me like that Alexandra"
"Then don’t make stupid questions Greta darling"
"It’s not a stupid question. What you did id stupid… because you know, maybe the whole school doesn’t know why you did it… but I do. "
"What are you talking about?"
"Don’t play stupid with me, you know what I’m talking about" she placed her hand on top of the table and came closer to my face. I never noticed when she sat down in front of me. "I know you cut your veins because of Michael… because of me. Because if kissed him. Because you where heartbroken"
"Don’t be stupid, I nev…"
"Oh of course I’m right. My god I could see, years ago even. That you are in love with him. Its obvious you almost died when you saw us. "
"I wasn’t" I looked down. I didn’t want to see her smiling face, and remember what I felt that day. I took my wrist and hide it from her view, so she could see my scars.
"Like I haven’t seen them before, you are not good at hiding them. Accept it Alexandra, you where jealous of me. Because I have kissed Michael" she was coming closer to me with each word she uttered and every time she spoke softer. "I have tasted his lips and you know what? He is so good at it. "
"Shut up!" I said feeling the tears breaking away from my eyes. "Shut up now!"
"Its just the truth, and let me tell you something. Say yes to Thomas. He is a good kisser too. Besides…" she whispered next to my ear. "I think he is the best one in bed… at least that I know of"
"You’re sick"
"No I’m not, I’m just realistic. Because believe me. If Thomas asked you to be his girlfriend, its just to have sex with you"
"That’s not true," I said slowly not containing my sobs.
"Don’t worry. He is pretty good at it. And he is really romantic. But… I don’t think he’ll tell you that are beautiful when he sees you naked, not like he told me all the time" she had a sinister smile on her face. "I mean, you don’t have my body and you are so…" she was about to continue insulting me when tom interrupted her.
"Greta!" he said frowning at her words "what the fuck are you doing?"
"I’m just telling her the truth" she smiled taking her boyfriends arm in hers.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I was hurt and I felt horrible. I ran out of the place as fast as I could and I ran farther away than the parking lot and the little park that was beside it. I stopped to a tree taking a hold of it so I wouldn’t fall down due to the weak feeling I had on my knees. I was crying without controlling myself. That stupid cheerleader had broken me down in five minutes, even more than my mother had in my whole life.

"Alex" I heard tom say beside me.
"Go away please" I said in my broken voice.
"Please Alex I want to talk"
"Go away. I don’t want you to look at me"
"But I do. " he took my shoulder and stepped in front of me, taking a hold of me in his arms.
"Tom"
"What did she say?”
"It doesn’t matter"
"Of course it does. Look at you. I don’t have any idea of what the fuck she said, but it isn’t worth your tears… not even one of them. "
"It’s just that" I wasn’t sure If I should tell him or not. I felt weak and fragile… and lost. "She asked about my accident. And if it was because I saw her and Mikey kissing. If I was jealous because I was in love with him. And that if it was because she had kissed him and I hadn’t. "
I stayed quiet for a moment.
"Then she said that I should accept your proposal. Because you are a good kisser" I felt stupid and ashamed telling him all of this. "And that you were good in bed too. That you only wanted me for that"
"That’s not true! And you know it" he hugged me tighter and I buried my face in his neck, not stopping my sobs. "You know I asked you because I like you and because I love you"
We both stayed like that. I took some air to relax and keep talking.
"Greta said that you where romantic, but that you wouldn’t be with me… because I wasn’t as pretty as her. Because my body is not like hers." I said sadly feeling my self esteem completely destroyed.
"Don’t say that"
"Why not! Look at me, I’m horrible"
"That’s not true, look at me in the eyes" he took my face in his hands and made me look at him "you are beautiful, even more than Greta. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. You're perfect," he said softly.
"No I’m not"
"Yes you are" he kissed me again, softly. I felt him taking my waist in his hand and with the other he grabbed my neck holding me close.
"You too good for me" I said when he let me go from his grip.
"No, of course not." he hugged me again and held me close to him. I felt special, beautiful. And I could only feel like that when I was with him.

"Alex" he said without looking at me, I saw his face. "Will you be my girlfriend?"
I didn’t stop looking at him in the eyes, surprised. Even if before he had said something along those lines. Now he was really asking me. I was nervous, and I felt my lips tremble slightly. But I was sure about it.
"Yes"

We stayed in front of my house with our fingers entwined. Like it had been since I said that yes. Tom took my waist again and kissed me once more. I could feel him biting my bottom lip slightly and I could taste his.
I hadn’t noticed that he had stopped kissing me and that we where only looking into each others eyes.
"I think I should go in"
"I think I have to go"
"Then ill see you tomorrow?"
"Sure. And Alex"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for making me happy"
"You’re welcome," I said smiling.
I went inside and I felt like I was walking on clouds. It felt weird and good at the same time.
Mom I guess was in her room, so I didn’t bother in looking for her. I went upstairs and I sat down on my bed. God it was beautiful! A feeling that I couldn’t explain. I saw my reflection I the mirror, I saw my eyeliner smothered all over my eyes. I went inside the bathroom and washed my face, when I looked up I smiled thinking about how someone like tom, could say I was beautiful. I dried my face and walked back into my room. I went towards my bed and saw something on my dresser. One of the pictures we had taken the day before with my instant camera.

How was I going to tell Mikey?