Razor Blade Symphony: Ch. 22

It was almost twenty-four hours before I heard anything from Andy. I couldn't talk to him. Even just seeing his name on my phone made my heart ache. Everything he told me felt like a lie. How could he say he loved me and then go and pull a scene like that because of Scout? It didn't make sense to me. It sounded like he played me and I wanted nothing to do with him.

Over the next couple of days, I ignored every text message and phone call I received from Andy. If it wasn't for Clary, I would have turned my phone off completely. It was a bright, humid afternoon when Andy finally stopped blowing up my phone. I thought he finally got the message. I stood in the hot shower. My eyes were closed as I concentrated on the water running down my naked body. My thoughts brought me to every moment I spent with Andy and I felt completely discussed with myself. But, no matter how much I scrubbed, I couldn't get rid of the dirty feeling. Never again! Never again will I let myself be swept up by a guy. No matter how much I cared for him, no matter how much I loved him, I would never let myself get caught up in a guy.

"Sierra," my mother knocked on the bathroom door. "You have a visitor." Her chipper voice clashed with my mood.

"Who?" I called back.

"That very handsome friend of yours," she laughed. "Andy."

I groaned. "I'm not in the mood for visitors."

My mother didn't answer right away. "At least talk to him for a minute," she said. "He seems very upset."

I shut the shower off and grabbed and towel. Water dripped on white, tile floor and left water foot prints. I opened the bathroom door just enough to poke my head out. "Tell him I'll talk to him later."

My mother's face dropped but she nodded. "Alright," she went down stairs.

I quickly walked into the hallway and listened. The water ran down my body and soaked the wooden floor around me, leaving a buddle under my feet. Andy's boots were heavy on my wooden, hallway floor and he and my mother walked to the front door.

"I'm sorry Andy," my mother said. "She has been feeling very well."

Andy didn't answer right away. "I understand," he sounded disappointed. "Thank you for trying."

"It's no problem," my mother said. "I'll have her call you later."

Andy didn't say anything else. I heard the front door closed. I went slowly into my room and closed the door. I didn't know what to do but all I felt like doing was crying. He came all this way to talk to me and I turned him away. I didn't know if I should have felt happy that he was trying so hard to get talk of me or should I feel pissed because he wouldn't leave me alone?

"Sierra," My mother knocked on my bedroom door. "Can I come in?'

"I'm not dressed."

"Honey, what's going on between you and Andy?" she asked. "You two used to hang out all the time. Did something happen?"

I sat on my floor, my towel still wrapped around my body and the carpet dampened. "No, I just don't feel like seeing anyone right now."

My mother didn't answer right away. She sighed. "If you say so," she walked back downstairs.

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I sat in bed with a book in my hand. My phone vibrated with a new text message from Andy. I ignored it and turned back to my book. It was about a week since I stopped talking to him and he has yet to get the picture. It was getting annoying how much he called and text me. I ended up shutting off my phone. The sun moved from behind my curtains before it sent an orange glow over my windows, indicating it was sunset.

"There you are!" Clary burst through my bedroom door. "Where have you been?"

I looked up from my book confused. "I have been here?"

"No what I mean," she jumped onto my bed. "I have been trying to get a hold of you for almost two hours now." She paused. "Is your phone off because of Andy?"

I sighed and closed my book. "How do you know?"

"Jake," she said. "Apparently, Andy has been moping around the house. He told Jake everything and all he wants to do is apologize to you."

"Guess he'll never get his chance," I folded my arms and looked down at my feet. "I never want to see him again."

Clary stared at me suspiciously. "You can't be mad at him. You know what it's like to be cheated on. Whether you care about them or not, it still hurts."

"He told you what happened to?" I wanted to hide under my blankets. She was making me feel like I was over reacting, like I was being a prissy bitch or something.

"Jake did," she smiled. "Can you please just go talk to Andy? Jake is worried it's going to distract him from their upcoming performance."

I sighed and lay back on my bed. My face was in the pillow. Andy's face came into my mind and I thought of what I should do. Maybe I should go talk to him so we can move on with our lives like nothing ever happened. But, then again, I don't think I could handle seeing him without crying or slapping him. I shook my head. "I don't want to see him."

Clary groaned and leaned back on the bed. "Fine, don't talk to him but you can't stay in the house all day."

"Why?" I looked at her. "I am quite enjoying it."

"No!" she started shaking me. Her fingers dug into my arms. "You should come with me
tonight. A local coffee shop is doing this open mic night and I want you to be there when I read a poem."

I sighed. "I will go if you stop trying to dig your nails in my arms." My voice was low with an angry tone.

She shrieked and hugged me. "Thank you!"