Trouble
Tampon
Chapter 25
Marilynn
“I’m so full.” Ashton slid back on the booth. Of course he’s full, he had two chicken legend deluxe, large chips and an ice cream. We both shared a drink and I just got a McChicken. “You ate for two.” I stated.
“So? You ate for a toddler.” He mocked me.
“So how’s your first day here?” I asked him ignoring his previous statement.
“I honestly don’t what it would’ve been like if I hadn’t met you, you opened doors for me, you gave me friends.” Ashton said pretty grateful but I did nothing, he himself impressed my friends. “Ash, I did nothing. Your personality, you being yourself, made my friends like you.” I said truthfully.
“Still I’m such a reject, look at me.” He frowned upon himself.
“Don’t say that, you’re a cool guy.” I told him.
“Your friend Nathan hates me” Ashton was worried.
“No, he’s going through a hard time. He lets things go, he doesn’t hold grudges so don’t panic or anything.” It was true. Yeah Nathan was a dick but he wasn’t the type to hold a grudge he forgives and forgets. “We should go back before it’s nine.” Ashton said.
“You’re right.” I said getting up from the booth where I was previously seated; the ginger haired boy I befriended today gave me a light a smile as we walked towards the exit, him holding the door open for me. “Thanks for paying and shit.” I linked our arms.
“You paid for our lunch today.” He reminded me.
“Yeah true.” I agreed.
He walked me home and we hugged goodnight, I invited him in my home but he refused saying that it was time for him to go home since his parents were expecting him.
I entered my house finding it quiet. The lights flicker on and I see Shitface sitting on a stool at the kitchen counter, waiting for me. “Mary may I have a talk with you?” he asked politely. “Marilynn, you should call me Marilynn.” I said walking to sit on the kitchen counter. “What do you want?” I hissed.
“I understand that you dislike me as a person and I completely understand. You seem to believe that I am replacing the only father figure you had as a child.” He stated. “Okay, go on.” I wanted to see where this talk would go. “I fell in love with your mother and whether you like it or not, she and I are to be wed soon. I’d appreciate if you could treat me with same respect that I am treating you.” He spoke to me in all seriousness.
“You’re going to marry my mom so fuck off of my life, don’t think that you have a say in my life because you don’t. I don’t only dislike you because you’re marrying my mom. I dislike you because you left your wife to pursue a stupid relationship where the daughters of your true love can’t stand you.” I raised my voice.
“Marilynn, You don’t understand. Maybe when you’re older, you will understand.” He sighed, getting up from the stool to go upstairs. I huffed why couldn’t people admit their shit to me now why do I have to wait till I’m older? I hate the guilt that has consumed me. He wanted to talk to me so we did. Whatever.
I jogged upstairs to take a shower since I felt so gross. I enter my shower, lather my body with soap and then I notice blood going down the drain. “No, no, no.” I hate my period at least it happened in the shower not in my jeans or while I was sleeping never less my period is a bitch. I decide to get out of the shower to get dressed. I didn’t have any pads so I guess a tampon will do even though they kind of bug me. I sit on the edge of my bed scrolling through my phone, checking for any messages. None.
Mary
Hey Harry. Please call me, where r u?
I wait and wait but still no answer. I look at the time seeing that it’s midnight and I still don’t have a reply. Maybe he’ll call in the morning. Who knows, he’s probably sleeping, I should do the same.
I fell asleep so easily; I didn’t realize how tired I actually was.
/ 22 Days Later /
I wake up to sound of my stupid alarm; I grab it to slam it across the wall, wishing it could be Harry. I haven’t thought much about Harry but I was still furious. He still hasn’t returned I stopped calling and leaving messages because there was no point. A week had gone by, no show. I stopped expecting him for a while now.
I change into some black yoga pants and a grey hoodie and slip on my converse. I brush my hair before putting styling it into two braids. I finish off with some eyeliner and mascara. I jog downstairs to grab the keys of my older sister’s car so I can drive myself to school. I jump in the car and speed as fast as can admiring the exhilaration I get from driving so fast.
I meet Ashton at the front of the school, not bothering to say hi to other people. “Hey babe.” He gave me a quick peck on the lips. “Hey Ash.” I snuggled my face into the crook of his neck, wrapping my arms around his torso. He placed his palm on my back soothing me.
“When does school start?” I mumble against his ear.
“We have twelve minutes before we have to go our separate ways.” Ashton sighed obnoxiously on purpose as a joke. “You’re a dick.” I released him from my hug and sat down on the steps of my school. “Don’t get booty tickled, I brought some candy.” He sat down next me taking the candy out of his backpack, he handed me a bag of licorice and kissed my cheek. “Thanks.” I told him even though I didn’t mean it.
I like Ashton, I do but there are moments where I question our relationship because I don’t see myself spending the rest of my life with him. I’m very affectionate with him but he isn’t with me. “Wanna come over later?” I kissed the sweet spot below his ear. He grinned at my gesture, “Mary, babe. I’m busy later.” Whoop there it is. “I don’t know why I bother asking.” I huffed. Usually I’m not the type to be nagging but he spends no time with me, it infuriates me.
“I adore you babe, but sometimes I need to do stuff on my own.” What the hell? I don’t see the fucking point in dating if he doesn’t want to be with me.
“No I get it.” I whispered swallowing the lump in my throat. The expression on his face told me that he felt bad for me, every time I asked him to go out; he always shut the idea down. Little by little the only time we spent together was here at this hellhole. “I forgot I have to go turn in an assignment, see you at lunch.” I stood up giving the licorice back to Ashton. “Wait I’ll come with you.” He stood up.
“No, sometimes I need to do stuff on my own.” I glared at him before entering the school building slamming the door.
Marilynn
“I’m so full.” Ashton slid back on the booth. Of course he’s full, he had two chicken legend deluxe, large chips and an ice cream. We both shared a drink and I just got a McChicken. “You ate for two.” I stated.
“So? You ate for a toddler.” He mocked me.
“So how’s your first day here?” I asked him ignoring his previous statement.
“I honestly don’t what it would’ve been like if I hadn’t met you, you opened doors for me, you gave me friends.” Ashton said pretty grateful but I did nothing, he himself impressed my friends. “Ash, I did nothing. Your personality, you being yourself, made my friends like you.” I said truthfully.
“Still I’m such a reject, look at me.” He frowned upon himself.
“Don’t say that, you’re a cool guy.” I told him.
“Your friend Nathan hates me” Ashton was worried.
“No, he’s going through a hard time. He lets things go, he doesn’t hold grudges so don’t panic or anything.” It was true. Yeah Nathan was a dick but he wasn’t the type to hold a grudge he forgives and forgets. “We should go back before it’s nine.” Ashton said.
“You’re right.” I said getting up from the booth where I was previously seated; the ginger haired boy I befriended today gave me a light a smile as we walked towards the exit, him holding the door open for me. “Thanks for paying and shit.” I linked our arms.
“You paid for our lunch today.” He reminded me.
“Yeah true.” I agreed.
He walked me home and we hugged goodnight, I invited him in my home but he refused saying that it was time for him to go home since his parents were expecting him.
I entered my house finding it quiet. The lights flicker on and I see Shitface sitting on a stool at the kitchen counter, waiting for me. “Mary may I have a talk with you?” he asked politely. “Marilynn, you should call me Marilynn.” I said walking to sit on the kitchen counter. “What do you want?” I hissed.
“I understand that you dislike me as a person and I completely understand. You seem to believe that I am replacing the only father figure you had as a child.” He stated. “Okay, go on.” I wanted to see where this talk would go. “I fell in love with your mother and whether you like it or not, she and I are to be wed soon. I’d appreciate if you could treat me with same respect that I am treating you.” He spoke to me in all seriousness.
“You’re going to marry my mom so fuck off of my life, don’t think that you have a say in my life because you don’t. I don’t only dislike you because you’re marrying my mom. I dislike you because you left your wife to pursue a stupid relationship where the daughters of your true love can’t stand you.” I raised my voice.
“Marilynn, You don’t understand. Maybe when you’re older, you will understand.” He sighed, getting up from the stool to go upstairs. I huffed why couldn’t people admit their shit to me now why do I have to wait till I’m older? I hate the guilt that has consumed me. He wanted to talk to me so we did. Whatever.
I jogged upstairs to take a shower since I felt so gross. I enter my shower, lather my body with soap and then I notice blood going down the drain. “No, no, no.” I hate my period at least it happened in the shower not in my jeans or while I was sleeping never less my period is a bitch. I decide to get out of the shower to get dressed. I didn’t have any pads so I guess a tampon will do even though they kind of bug me. I sit on the edge of my bed scrolling through my phone, checking for any messages. None.
Mary
Hey Harry. Please call me, where r u?
I wait and wait but still no answer. I look at the time seeing that it’s midnight and I still don’t have a reply. Maybe he’ll call in the morning. Who knows, he’s probably sleeping, I should do the same.
I fell asleep so easily; I didn’t realize how tired I actually was.
/ 22 Days Later /
I wake up to sound of my stupid alarm; I grab it to slam it across the wall, wishing it could be Harry. I haven’t thought much about Harry but I was still furious. He still hasn’t returned I stopped calling and leaving messages because there was no point. A week had gone by, no show. I stopped expecting him for a while now.
I change into some black yoga pants and a grey hoodie and slip on my converse. I brush my hair before putting styling it into two braids. I finish off with some eyeliner and mascara. I jog downstairs to grab the keys of my older sister’s car so I can drive myself to school. I jump in the car and speed as fast as can admiring the exhilaration I get from driving so fast.
I meet Ashton at the front of the school, not bothering to say hi to other people. “Hey babe.” He gave me a quick peck on the lips. “Hey Ash.” I snuggled my face into the crook of his neck, wrapping my arms around his torso. He placed his palm on my back soothing me.
“When does school start?” I mumble against his ear.
“We have twelve minutes before we have to go our separate ways.” Ashton sighed obnoxiously on purpose as a joke. “You’re a dick.” I released him from my hug and sat down on the steps of my school. “Don’t get booty tickled, I brought some candy.” He sat down next me taking the candy out of his backpack, he handed me a bag of licorice and kissed my cheek. “Thanks.” I told him even though I didn’t mean it.
I like Ashton, I do but there are moments where I question our relationship because I don’t see myself spending the rest of my life with him. I’m very affectionate with him but he isn’t with me. “Wanna come over later?” I kissed the sweet spot below his ear. He grinned at my gesture, “Mary, babe. I’m busy later.” Whoop there it is. “I don’t know why I bother asking.” I huffed. Usually I’m not the type to be nagging but he spends no time with me, it infuriates me.
“I adore you babe, but sometimes I need to do stuff on my own.” What the hell? I don’t see the fucking point in dating if he doesn’t want to be with me.
“No I get it.” I whispered swallowing the lump in my throat. The expression on his face told me that he felt bad for me, every time I asked him to go out; he always shut the idea down. Little by little the only time we spent together was here at this hellhole. “I forgot I have to go turn in an assignment, see you at lunch.” I stood up giving the licorice back to Ashton. “Wait I’ll come with you.” He stood up.
“No, sometimes I need to do stuff on my own.” I glared at him before entering the school building slamming the door.
Notes
My internet stopped or crashed idk but after a few days I was finally able to update
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6/22/15