No pride

                                    

                                          
  I walked in to find Billie lying on the couch over Tilley making out. She looked hideous how could he want to be with her? Her hair made her look like a clown! I wanted to rip that stupid earring out of her cartilage, and her face my oh my, that face! She wasn’t pretty at all. I was way more beautiful than her. She looked as if her face had caught on fire and had been beat out with a rake! I know I had always said she was pretty. I don’t know why I was picking out her flaws. I had no reason to be jealous of her. Maybe it was because Billie had her and seemed happy while now my life has turned to shit. I didn’t like it at all.
                          
(Billie POV)
                          
It was 11 o’clock, and I was up watching TV. I tried to get back to sleep but I couldn’t. I hadn’t gotten any sleep all weekend; mostly because I was thinking of Olivia and her weekend party night with that idiot. I don’t know, maybe he was good for her and I just didn’t want to admit it. He did make her happy. He's all she even talks about anymore. I heard a knock on the door. I really didn’t want to get up from my cozy spot on the couch to see who it was, but I was the only one there so I had no choice. I opened the door to see Tilley’s bright face, and hair. She was wide awake and seemed excited to see me. I didn’t understand how someone could be so damn happy in the mornings. There’s nothing exciting about mornings just dread about the day and regret that you actually got up. I let her in and resigned to my throne. She sat down beside me and gave me a kiss. I could taste the sweet taste of orange juice still lingering in her mouth.
                          
 “So hey babe, what you going to do today?”
                          
“Oh, I don’t know, I guess lay around here and catch up on some sleep.” I was so sleep deprived. I’m surprised she couldn’t tell how tired I was by the dark circles under my eyes. She pulled my head to her chest. I must admit it was quite warm.
                          
“Aw my poor baby.” She stroked my hair then continued talking about what she did yesterday and what she had planned for today. 
                          
I mumbled every few minutes to let her know that I was listening, even though I wasn't. Hell she could have said I'm going to take you in the back room and butcher you and I would have agreed. I had reached the point that I just didn't care anymore. Olivia had Jackson and loved him; she proved that by constantly bringing him over and making out with him. At first it hurt now it was just pathetic and annoying. I felt myself getting angry. Why did I let myself think about her all weekend? She's doing her own thing and doesn't care about me anymore. Fuck her, I need to move on! She has Jackson and I have Tilley now. Sure she's no charmer and she's not first or second best. Hell, I don't even think she was in top ten but she liked me. That's all I need, someone to like me. Her voice started getting annoying so in order to get her to be quiet I did the only thing I knew I could do. I made out with her right in the middle of a sentence. I shouldn't be wasting my time worrying about a girl who doesn't even care, especially when I had a girl right next to me who did. I pulled Tilley close and scooted her down till her head rested on the pillow. She threw her leg around me. I started to ease my hand up her side when I heard the door open. I looked out the corner of my eye, not leaving contact with Tilley to see a pair of red converse with my signature on them. Olivia; perfect now I can show her how much I don't care. I continued making out with Tilley.
                          
 "Hey where’s Mike?" I only stopped long enough to answer without making eye contact.
                          
"Work," I continued kissing closing my eyes, I wanted her to suffer.
                          
"When will he be back?" I could hear the awkwardness in her voice. Good.
                          
"I don't know shouldn't you be at school with your lover boy Jackson?" I continued my make out session with Tilley without even a glance her way. I hope she's hurting. I heard her sniffling a little. Wait a minute. I stopped and looked up; her eyes were swollen and red. She looked pitiful and tears were running down her cheek. I had a lump in my throat that made it hurt when I swallowed. I was feeling like a jerk.