Shes too young continued

                                    

                                          
Chapter 12
                          
"Sometimes, what's meant to be
isn't supposed to be."

Days went by in a rush. Ready to get to the next, it killed me having to walk passed him every morning and night, like we're distant strangers. And a jealous part of me wanted to fight every girl he brought out of his bedroom.
I would be lying if I said I didn't miss him bothering me every minute of the day; he provided a bittersweet vibe to my boring life. I wonder if he thought the same of me.
Yet, this silence between us had nothing to do with me, and we're both just going to have to deal with it since our parent's wedding is within the next two days.

                          
Our directions were to come home right after school, so we could get fitted for the wedding.
Tyson was reminded countless times by my mom and his dad to ride home with me.
I missed the bus, waiting for Tyson to come out of the locker room, just to find out that he wasn't in the locker room like he said he would be.
This was only one of his many childish ways of showing me that he was still mad me.
I had no choice but to walk home on one of the hottest days of the year. By the time I made it home, my feet were killing me and my hair was a mess from the wind blowing in my face.
"Explanation, now," my mom said, with her hands on her hips.
                          
She must have forgotten Tyson was supposed to come home with me.
So, I intentionally ignored her, climbing into the backseat of the car.
Tyson smirked, looking out of the car window. He purposely stepped on my hand when I reached down to pick up my headphones that I dropped. And he didn't bother to apologize to me, either. He just looked out of the window as if I wasn't even there.
*
When we arrived, our parents were fitted first, while Tyson stood all the way across the room from us. Then, he just disappeared; but he made sure to reappear when it was my turn to get fitted.
Any girl he found, either walking by or working at the store, he flirted with.  
I couldn't help but wonder what purpose this served him, and why I made it so easy for him to hurt me.
The store clerk asked me to turn around, and I was happy to so I wouldn't have to look at him; but there was a big-ass mirror behind me, and the last thing I witnessed through it was Tyson going into a back room with one of the store employees.
                          
I wasn't worried nor interested in my pretty pink dress the store clerk tried to show me. I was more interested in what was going on behind me.
I fluttered my eyelids, attempting to hold back tears. I had no reason to cry over someone who was for everyone, but the irony of it all was that I did care.
The dress was beyond hideous; but I lied to my mom, telling her I loved it, just so that I could leave the store and sit in the car until they finished, an hour and a half later.
*
Neither of us spoke nor looked at each other during the drive home, then we went our separate ways.
I had received a text message from Kevin, earlier, asking if I wanted to go out with him, tonight. I was planning on declining, in hopes that I could make up with Tyson; but I knew then that was not going to happen.
Even though I didn't feel complete without him, I'd rather hurt myself by letting him go than continue to let him hurt and confuse me.
Kevin texted me back within seconds, telling me that he was on his way.
                          
I had to force a smile, looking down at his response on my phone. Kevin was a good-looking guy and all; but my heart knew the difference between him and Tyson, despite Kevin being the better pick for me.
I was interrupted while comparing the two, when I heard a familiar voice from across the hallway in Tyson's room. All it took was for me to listen closely to find out that the voice belonged to Zayn.  
What the fuck is she doing here? I thought.
I was ready to burst through the door and lay hands on both of them; but I calmed myself down, knowing that it only took a second to make the biggest mistake of your life and so did thinking about your actions before you act.
                          
I made the conscious decision to just walk away from his door, knowing everything happened for a reason. This must be my wakeup call that it was, indeed, time to let Tyson Miles go.
I lay on my bed, blasting music into my ears, waiting for Kevin to tell me he was outside.
Zayn entered my room, beyond ecstatic, practically glowing and smiling with her pretty white teeth. She wasn't aware of the chance she was taking just by being in my room, like a moth next to a high burning flame. She was smart enough to stop midway to my bed.  

                          
I wasn't too interested in hearing about her day, anyway.
Why is she here? And why is she in Tyson's room? That's all I wanted to know.
As always, Zayn went on and on, speaking little nothings, until finally she sat on the edge of my bed and told me she actually came to tell me she and Tyson were going steady.
                          
Like a fire lit underneath my heart, that feeling of jealously and rage was there, once again; this time it held me back from killing my best friend.  
In my mind, I had already pinned Zayn to the floor, then repeatedly pounded in her face. In reality, I was as quiet as a mouse and as stiff as a board.
Zayn was my best friend—keyword: was. Therefore, she knew about my infinite crush on Tyson. I had every right to be mad at her; she broke the girl code.
I told Zayn I had to go and for her to get out of my room.
                          
Tyson yelled, "YOUR BOYFRIEND IS HERE!" from downstairs.
He grabbed Zayn's hand when I came down to greet Kevin at the door, and the poor girl blushed; she didn't understand she was being used. All the affection Tyson showed her was all bullshit just to throw jabs at me.
                          
I retaliated this time, playing with the chain around my neck. I hugged Kevin and told him I was so sorry about the other day. I used Kevin the same way Tyson used Zayn and all the other girls.
And I spoiled me and Kevin's first kiss just to make Tyson jealous; it didn't sit right with me knowing this, but the expression on Tyson's face made it all worthwhile.
                          
Zayn, not noticing the tension between us, stupidly said to have fun tonight, while holding on tightly to Tyson's arm.
"Oh, we will," I said, with an evil little smile meant to piss Tyson off.
I knew it had worked when he looked at me and stormed away, pulling Zayn by the arm so that she followed.