Get the Fuck Out

*Six's POV*

When I walk down the hall and see Axle coming out of the closet with that girl from the party, my heart clenches, but I just keep walking. I knew what he was like before I even met him, so this doesn’t surprise me. What does surprise me is how much it stings. 

The walk to class gives me enough time to place a mask of cool indifference on my face that I use whenever shit seems to be going downhill in my life. Thanks to my mother, I've had lots of practice with it. 

When he sits down beside me, I say, “Supply closet. Classy,” before I can stop myself. Using sarcasm as a defense mechanism is also something I do often.

“Are you jealous?”

I laugh and say, “No.” I can’t say anymore than that because then he’ll know I’m lying. I look him in the eye and find hurt flash across them. What’s that about? He’s the one who just fucked some girl in a closet.

“Well, good,” he says, sounding super pissed off. I raise an eyebrow at him but decide to change the topic because if we keep discussing this, I’m not going to be able to maintain my facade. 

“So should we discuss the last couple chapters?” I ask. 

I spend the rest of the day contemplating the situation with Axle. He gave me probably the best orgasm I’ve ever had, and he only used three fingers. And then he just disappears from the party and the next time I see him, he’s just fucked some girl in a closet?

I mean, it really shouldn’t surprise me. That’s just who he is. And he’s not good for me. It doesn’t matter how much my body seems to crave his, I need to just pretend like Friday never happened and go on with my life. 

After school, we’re headed to the parking lot when Cleo asks, “So did you talk with Axle about what happened Friday?”

“No. And I don’t plan to. He made it pretty clear that it was just a one time thing when he fucked a girl today at lunch.”

“Seriously? How do you know?”

“I saw them coming out of a closet together.”

“Oh fuck. Sorry, dude. That’s super shitty.”

“No, it’s really fine. It’s not like I was expecting him to change or anything.”

“You are handling this impressively well. Gold Star for you, girl.”

I laugh at her and say, “You’re such a dork.”

“You love it,” she says and bumps her shoulder against mine.

I head home and collect Theo and when we get into the apartment, I hear a man’s voice coming from inside the house. 

“Theo, go to your room and lock the door please.”

“Okay.” 

I put my bag down and make sure my phone is in my pocket. I cautiously round the corner into the living room and find some scrawny looking dude with bad tattoos and scratch marks down his arms with his back to me and my mother on her knees in front of him. 

“Are you fucking kidding me with this?” The guy turns around as my mother scrambles to her feet.

“Oh, hi baby, you’re home. Shouldn’t you be at school?”

“It’s 4pm. How many times do I have to tell you, do whatever the fuck you want, but do it before 3pm. What if I hadn’t heard you and Theo had walked in?”

“Watch your tone with me. Don’t forget who the parent is here. This is my house!”

“Who the parent is? We both know that hasn’t been you in a long time. And you, what the fuck are you still standing there for? Get the fuck out!”

“I’m not done. She owes me 20$ or the rest of my blowjob.”

I roll my eyes and take a 20 out of my wallet and hand it to him and say, “Now get the fuck out.” He grabs his t-shirt and buttons up his pants and walks out the door. I go lock it behind him and then head back to the living room. 

“You could have just let me finish, you know. You didn’t have to give him money.”

I let out an incredulous laugh. “You’re unbelievable,” I say and then walk to the kitchen to make lunches for tomorrow and throw some chicken nuggets in the oven as I cut up some veggies and put rice in a pot on the stove. When I grab one plate to bring to my mom and when I come back into the living room, she’s snoring with her head on the back of the couch. I leave the plate on the table. She’ll eat it when she wakes up.

I go get Theo from his room and we eat at the table and then go and play in his room for a couple of hours before I put him to bed. I spend a couple hours on camera before finally calling it a night.