It was raining but I had decided not to care. I let the
raindrops hit my face and drip off the end of my nose with no attempt
whatsoever to keep dry. I was cold, wet and shivering in my thin jacket and my
bag was getting soaked through. Still, I stood there stubbornly; waiting. I
refused to let this abysmal weather have any effect upon me. It suited my mood,
at any rate. The rain would have hidden my tears if I had been crying, but I
wasn’t. I probably should have been. Only, I just felt kind of angry.
I watched the heavy raindrops race one another to the ground
and pool together in great puddles and streams which led to the drains. My hair
was plastered to the sides of my face and I tossed my head back irately. My
hands were in my pockets in an attempt to warm them, since I’d noticed a few
minutes earlier that they’d changed to a rather strange purple colour due to
the cold.
The trees above me dropped the water from their leaves onto
my head occasionally. The cars would splash through the puddle just in front of
me in the road every so often and soak my tights. It was an altogether
unpleasant situation, but I adamantly refused to let it get to me. I watched
the bright lights in the windows of the semi-detached houses. The water
torpedoes must have been making a racket on their slate roofs. I listened to
the sound of them falling all around me; not the soft sound of a waterfall or
the flow of a river but the harsh staccato as they hit the houses and streets
with renewed intensity. It looked as though a sheet or veil was falling in
front of me. There would be thunder soon.
I looked up and down the street but saw no one outside their
cars and homes. Why would there be anyone? Who in their right minds would be
out in this? He was such a bastard. He was such a fucking bastard. I would
actually kill him when I saw him. Then resurrect him and kill him again.
I leant heavily against the wall behind me, sighing with
impatience. Why had I even bothered to wait this long? He clearly wasn’t
coming. Yet I couldn’t make myself leave. I was far too irritated to do
anything but stand there and brood. I was restless and kept on adjusting my
weight from one foot to the other, folding my arms and unfolding them, pushing
my hair away from my face and occasionally cracking my knuckles. I couldn’t
concentrate on a single thought; my mind was racing but thinking of nothing in
particular punctuated by the odd ‘what a fucking bastard’.
I saw a figure emerge at the end of the street, tall and
hooded; obviously male. That was him all right. I could tell by the way he
swaggered down the road towards me, taking his sweet time about it. I stood up
straight, folding my arms again and tapping my foot impatiently. The minute
that he was in ear shot I yelled at him.
“You fucking knob!”
He didn’t respond, but I could tell that he was smiling;
that stupid conceited sneer that he reserved especially for me. He was soaked
through like I was, dressed in a hooded jacket and jeans which were sticking to
his bony legs. He was a good foot taller than I was and skinny as a lamppost;
about as attractive as one, too.
He came to a stop just in front of me and considered me for
a moment.
“Bit wet, aren’t ye?” he commented.
“You were supposed to be here an hour ago,” I reminded him.
“No, you rang me an hour ago. I had to walk ‘ere,” he said.
“Where’s your fucking car, you dick?” I asked rudely.
“Crashed it,” he shrugged.
“Then why the fuck didn’t you say that on the phone?” I
said.
“Didn’t think it were time,” he said.
“Oh Jesus Christ!” I exclaimed.
“You okay?” he said awkwardly.
“Fuck off,” I said, leaning against the wall again.
I pictured her beautiful face when she’d said it. She had
been crying but she still looked so perfect. Flawless white skin that was
smooth to the touch, though stained on her face by the tear marks. Bright red
hair, dyed in stark contrast with her skin, straight and sharply cut to her
chin. Plumped pink lips pursed in awkwardness. Great big brown eyes shining
with the wetness and long saturated eyelashes melting onto her skin. She had
been wearing a short red skirt that matched her hair and showed off her long,
thin legs the skin smooth and perfect as on her face. Then she had that black
vest top which clung to every curve and a heart shaped silver necklace around
her neck that she’d worn ever since I could remember. I couldn’t bear to think
of her that way. She was unbearable.
All the memories of kissing those plumped up lips; touching
her smooth round cheeks and looking into her deep brown eyes were like torture
for me now. He couldn’t possibly understand it; yet he was the only person that
I could think of to call. She had been
the only one and now she was gone I had no one else. She had been my best
friend and now none of that counted for anything. I was so angry I thought I
would scream.
“She broke up with you, eh?” he said, leaning against the
wall next to me.
“Yeah,” I grunted. Hearing it said like that put it in
perspective a little.
“Why?” he asked.
“She used the whole ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ line. Basically,
I’m not good enough for her,” I replied bitterly.
“Never liked the bitch,” he commented.
I laughed suddenly with incredulity.
“You can do better, sis,” he assured me.
I nodded, smiling a little. It still hurt but he made me
realise, as he always did, that I was being a sensationalist.
“You crashed the car, huh?” I said.
“Yeah,” he laughed. “Some crazy bastard cut me up.”
“Where is it now?” I asked.
“I dunno. Some place in town,” he replied nonchalantly.
“Fuck. You walked here from town?” I turned to look at him.
“Yeah,” he said.
“You’re a nutter!” I exclaimed.
“So are you, mate; looks as though you’ve been stood out ‘ere
waiting for me the whole time. I was half expecting you to be gone by time I
got ‘ere!” he was laughing at me again, but I didn’t mind. I was pretty
ridiculous.
I stared ahead of me again at the rain. It was still pelting
it down full force and I heard in the distance that first rumble of thunder. I
smiled. I was going the fuck inside now; I was freezing.
“We going home?” I asked him.
“We can start walking!” he chuckled.
“Oh you little shit. I only wanted you for a lift!” I said,
punching his arm playfully.
“That’s balls. You need your big bro to sort that little
bitch out, don’t you?” he said, attempting to ruffle my sopping wet head of
hair.
“Come on!” I said, starting to walk down the road away from
him.
