Gone

Monday was a blur. In fact, the whole week was a blur, right up until Thursday afternoon. Niall had just driven me home from school. Everything was going great; with us, with everything really.

Amber had given up trying to convince me to forgive her and had started hanging out with those skinny-mini blonde chicks I had met at the party. In fact, she hadn't said one word to me all week. It was a nice change to not have her in my face, trying to piss me off to no end so that I'd look like the crazy bitch.

Josh and I weren't as narky towards each other as we usually were. We could now have a civilised conversation without it turning into a screaming match. I'd come home that afternoon to see him sprawled out on the couch with a large can of Red Bull in his hand.
"Hey," he yawned, taking another gulp of his drink.
I waved at him silently but he wasn't even looking in my direction.

That's when he received the call. I figured that he would probably want his privacy so I headed into the next room, doing my very best not to eavesdrop. I tried to tune him out by putting my earphones in and blasting my IPod at full volume but I still heard the low, muffled buzz of Josh's voice.

It wouldn't have been more than a couple of minutes later that he trudged into the kitchen with an almost guilty expression on his face. I watched him pace around the room. It was as if there was something going on that I didn't know about. There was probably a lot going on that I didn't know about but that wasn't the point. The point was Josh was acting odder than usual and I was determined to know why.

"Are you going to tell me or do I have to pry the truth out of you?" I smirked.
He shook his head at me with frustration.
"I can't believe this," he yelled, throwing his hands up in the air.
He stopped himself from saying anything else.
"That bitch is going to pay for this," he muttered under his breath.
I guessed straight away who he was talking about. What had Amber done now? I could only imagine.

He refused to answer when I asked him. Either she was threatening him or he was just too embarrassed to tell me. If I knew Amber well enough, it would be both.
"Why can't you tell me?" I asked out of curiousity.
Still no change in attitude. What did I have to do to get an answer out of him?
"I...I gotta go help out a friend. Tell your parents I'll be home late tonight,"
He swiped his leather jacket from the wooden chair it was draped over and slammed the door behind him as if in a rush.

Notes

DONE!!!!