We left the hospital once Gabby was able to see Sophie. Like she expected, it was a sprained ankle, so she probably won’t be in school for a couple of days until it’s healed. I felt sad seeing Sophie in so much pain, but I was glad I was able to distract her by talking and telling her some really lame jokes that would make anyone forget what they were feeling. I wish I was able to stay with Sophie while she was at the hospital, but her mom was called shortly after we got to the hospital and came for Sophie.
I look out the passenger window of my dad’s car and see that we are finally in front of our house. I look at my dad, who looks at me before getting out of the car.
“You’re okay, bud?” my dad asked me. I nodded my head; I didn’t want to say anything back. He takes a deep breath before saying anything to me. “Sophie’s going to be alright.” He gets out of the car and I follow him. I didn’t want to bring up the fact that Mrs. Lee already hates me for being Sophie’s friend, so just seeing me in a hospital with Sophie just proves her point some more about how she feels about me.
As I got out of the car, I look at the front steps and freeze in place. My dad says something before I get the chance to.
“Mollie? What are you doing out here?” he asked. Mollie looks directly at me, furious. My dad turns around to look at me and then looks back at Mollie. “I’m sorry, I know Milo was supposed to hang out with you after school today, but he had helped a friend that got injured in school.” Mollie looks at my dad and smiles, trying to play it cool.
“Oh, I didn’t know that. I could’ve gone home to do something productive in the two hours I waited for Milo to come here,” Mollie responded. She grabbed her backpack from the stoop and started to walk down the stairs. “I should be on my way home before my mom gets worried.” Mollie runs down the stairs and walks past me to walk out of the gate door. I turned around quickly to try to grab her, but she immediately pulls away when I do.
“Mol-” I began to say.
“Get off of me,” Mollie answered, angry.
“Can I just explain what happened?” I tried to plead with her. I really was waiting for her to come out of the school like we both agreed on, but it had been way past 20 minutes and I figured she had left or got something else come up that she needed to do. Plus, what was I supposed to do seeing Sophie fall down the stairs and hurt her ankle? I wanted to explain this all to Mollie, but I sometimes forget that once Mollie is set on feeling a type of way, she doesn’t really listen to anyone.
“Now you want to tell me what happened after being dead silent for the two hours I waited here for you?” Mollie spat back.
“I tried to text you, but-“
“Yeah,” Mollie interrupted. “But the message didn’t go through. How about you come up with something different so that maybe I’ll actually believe it?”
“Mol, I swear! I tried texting you that something came up and-“
“Then show me,” Mollie insisted. “Let me see your phone.” I was caught off-guard when Mollie asked to see my phone. I didn’t want to show her my phone, and I was annoyed that she didn’t trust me or my word.
“Why?” I asked, trying to buy time.
“Because I don’t trust you when you say that the message wasn’t sent. Like, is your phone that shitty?” She opens her palms up in my direction. “Let me see your phone.”
“No,” I answered, now annoyed. “I don’t need to show you anything, and as my best friend you should believe what I’m telling you.”
“How can I when every time you tell me something, the opposite always happens? Especially when it comes to Sophie,” Mollie added. I widen my eyes at the sound of Sophie’s name. Mollie looks at me and laughs. “It doesn’t take a genius to figure out who the hell is this other friend.”
“She was injured,” I finally admitted.
“But you didn’t tell me!”
“I tried to, but the message didn’t go through!”
“Stop fucking lying to me!”
“Okay, that’s enough,” my dad intervened and separated us. “Do you need a ride home, Mollie?”
I walked past both my dad and Mollie and run up the front steps to my house. I didn’t want to see Mollie anymore and wanted this conversation to be over. I slammed the front door shut and entered the studio door instead of going straight upstairs. I at on one of the chairs in the studio and took my cellphone out of my pocket. I opened Mollie’s text messages and see that I had wrote a text to Mollie, but never sent it. I turned my phone screen off and shut my eyes before taking in a deep breath. Maybe I am such a shitty best friend.
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