My Sister's Boyfriend
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"If I were you, I wouldn't even look for it. I saw him talking to Ana, she's an ex of his, isn't she? I walked away, a little shocked. Suddenly, I felt my eyes fill with tears. I didn't deserve this.

"It's okay, I'll go home alone." I turned my back, leaving the two of them arguing behind. I was completely and utterly angry at what was happening. Dying of rage at Ceci and Alexander, totally hurt, and still not believing how my afternoon had been ruined by these two. Or would it be by these three? I realized that it wasn't just my afternoon that was spoiled. I had also become a walking garbage. I could feel the shards of my heart in the sand as I walked. It was a terrible déjà vu. I came home angry. Totally angry because of Ceci's sudden bipolar attack. She was absolutely unbelievable, impossible, crazy, and hypocritical. She was angry with Alexander, too. They both definitely deserved each other. I walked through the dark room, turning on the light. The house was empty. Probably my mother had gone out with Karol.

I went to the kitchen, I tended to get hungry when I was irritable. I opened the fridge, still not believing the absurdity of the whole situation. Still not believing Ceci's suspicion, which was kind of right, but still rash and strange. One minute she wanted us to be friends and the next she was accusing me of stealing her boyfriend? For God's sake! It's just too much for my head.

I took a piece of pizza that was left over from the night before and put it on my plate, and then in the microwave. Watching the platter spin, while my head was spinning as well. The blood hammering hard in my eardrums. I sat down at the table, not caring about chairs. Nibbling on the pizza lightly. It was as if everything was made to go wrong with me. Like I'm some kind of magnet for teenage tragedies. I couldn't wait to 'grow up'. Everything has to get better when you're an adult. Although being a teenager has its advantages. How to kill without getting arrested, only detention.

I was startled by my absurd and completely insane thoughts. I finished eating, still ruminating on Ceci's and Igor's words. Why wasn't there a little button that made us fall out of love? It would be so much easier, so much simpler. It would save tears, pain, and imaginary bandages. There wouldn't be so many spiteful or hopeless people. There wouldn't be so many memories that haunt anyone. A disengage button sure is a good deal.

I took my plate to the sink, already getting ready to wash. Then I heard the door to the room slam slam shut. I dropped the plate in the sink and turned to the entrance in the kitchen. Ceci was standing still, panting. The smudged makeup and the insane expression. Drug... drug... I knew that look, I knew that angry mouth and those fisted hands. She was more than upset, she was hurt and enraged. I knew Ceci well enough to know what had really happened. She had broken up with Igor. Worst... He had broken up with her.

-I. You. Hate. She muttered through her teeth. "How can you do this to me?"

-How?

"He's my boyfriend!" Not yours. I couldn't have done that. Why didn't you tell me what was going on?

- Ceci, I don't understand. "Actually, I was understanding it very well. But I wanted to get away from that situation. Was it too much to ask to leave and stop fighting? But Ceci was willing to argue, you could see it in her red eyes. "He told me everything!"

-Everything?

-Yes! He told me that you were together last vacation. He told me that you broke up with him. And then he... He... He broke up with me. Because of you! She was screaming, I held my breath, angry. - All you, Malu! Always you! Why did you have to ruin everything that looked good to me? You're a pest!

"Stop talking to me like that, you insensitive!"

-Callous? I? Callous?

-Yes. Insensitive, selfish, immature, childish. -Accused. "That's what you are. A spoiled child who can't stand losing things.

"And you're jealous!" Stole my boyfriend!

"Did I steal your boyfriend?" For God's sake! He was my boyfriend long before he was yours! He was mine long before he was yours. If it was ever yours! You talk about me, but like you said, he's done with you. It wasn't my fault, it was yours! He couldn't hold the man and he wanted to come back to me. I shut my mouth, noticing the cruel words. But I was too angry. I was overstressed, tired, and irritable. I was outraged and being absolutely selfish, I wanted her to feel as much pain as I did.