"What is my problem? Huh? Why didn't I say something to Lance? Why was I so mean to Justin?? Why am I such and idiot? Huh? Why?" I asked
Stephanie, who had never seen me like this, was stunned and didn't know what to say so just ended up shrugging. That only made me cry harder.
About a minute after I had come in the lights flickered on and Stephanie and Tara were in the corner of the family room waiting for me to tell the how my 'outing' was. The surprised look on their face's to see me crying was just priceless.
They had run over to me and asked me about 1,000 question's before realizing that I was too out of control to answer. They led me over to the kitchen table and when I sat down they disappeared into the kitchen to get drinks (and probably talk about me). By the time they came back I had somewhat calmed down enough to tell them about my night.
I said how Justin kept hitting on me in the restaurant and I think I even managed to tell them all my excuses. I talked about how I heard Justin kicking Lance and JC out of the house and my headache. I even mentioned Justin's medicine.
By the end I was crying Niagra Falls. I really wish I could go back to do things different. What? I'm not sure. Just everything.
"Well," Tara started, "why didn't you just go along with Justin. He was pretty cute." Stephanie nodded in agreement.
"Justin? The guy that I used to pour sand down his diapers when he pissed me off? Oh, no. I don't think so. That would just be way too weird." I said. The memory made me want to laugh because I really did!
Tara smiled at the thought but then didn't know what to say so ended up shrugging. I hate shrugging.
I groaned and put my head on the table. "Why me?" I asked more to myself then anyone. "Why? Why? Why?" I chanted while repeatedly hitting my head on the table.
Finally, Tara pushed my head so it stayed down on the table and said "Listen, stop. It wasn't your fault. Your probably just over exaggerating because your tired. You can call Justin tomarrow and tell him it was just PMS or something. As far as Lance, he isn't worth your time."
Even though she said it out of anger it was exactly what I needed to hear. "Thank you." I said wiping my face with the back of my hand.
I got up from the table and stretched. Then I walked to my room and got changed into pajama pants and a tank top. When I climbed into bed the last thing I remember thinking before I fell asleep was how everything was going to be perfect in the morning.
