When Nick reached his girlfriend he grabbed her by the wrist roughly. "She doesn't want any." Then he stormed away, pulling Ananda with him, the other five flinging words of scorn behind them.
"Who do you think you are?"
"Let her decide on her own!"
"Backstreet Fag!"
Then Domingo's voice: "Naw, man, it's not his fault she's the whore of the music industry."
Ananda didn't care. She hated them now, hated them more than anything in the world. She dissmissed their words as easily as she would dissmiss a crushed cigarette butt on the sidewalk. Like they didn't even exist. That was it. They didn't exist. But there was something else very real, and that was the painful pressure on her wrist. "Nick... Nick you're hurting me."
Nick said nothing, but his grip loosened a little. He grabbed her backpack as they passed it, from there pulled Ananda to the Durango. He opened one of the back doors, and threw her backpack in. Then Nick opened the passenger door and litterally shoved her in, slamming the door after her.
Ananda sat in the passanger seat and watched as Nick stormed aroud to the driver's side. He was pissed. Really pissed. She had never seen him this angry before, not in the two years they'd been together, not even in all the six years that she'd known him.
The driver's door opened, and Nick got in and slammed it. Wordlessly, he pulled out of the school parking lot.
"Nick?" Ananda asked softly.
Nick didn't respond, but instead reached over to the radio and popped Orgy into the CD player.
This gesture came to Ananda like a slap in the face.
"Nick, please answer me," she whispered, tears rising to her eyes.
Still nothing only the loud music blasting from the speakers.
"Can I at least tell you what happened?"
Nick stared out the windsheild.
"God, I didn't even do anything Nick!" Ananda cried, pleading with her boyfreind.
But Nick still didn't acknowledge her, only turned up the music, pressed his foot harder on the gas and accelerated, staring blankly out the windsheild as if the person in the passenger side of his car didn't exist.
Ananda turned and looked out the window, tears trickling silently down her cheeks. She could her the revving of the engine as the car accelerated considerably, and this only made her feel worse because she knew the Nick wanted to be rid of her.
How does it feel
How does it feel
Tell me how does it feel
To treat me like you do
Ananda let out a harsh cry when she realized this must be over, no more Florida. No more Brian. No more Kev. No more AJ or Howie, no more basketball games. No more Nick.
'Oh Nick please don't do this to me, I love you, I love you so much, and I love Brian and Kev and AJ and D and touring with you guys, my life is perfect right now, and it's all because of you, I love you, oh please don't do this.'
The trip home seemed agonizingly long. But finally, Nick pulled up in the driveway. The music stopped abruptly. He got out, opened one of the back doors, and dropped Ananda's backpack onto the neatly preened lawn.
Ananda watched him with tears in her eyes.
Nick got back in and slammed the door, and finally spoke two harsh words. "Get out." His blue eyes were gray with anger.
Ananda bit her lip. "Nick-"
"Get out."
Ananda slowly stepped out of the car, feeling a stab of pain with every move she made, and shut the door. No sooner had there been the dull thud of the door falling into place when Nick immediatly peeled out of the driveway, leaving Ananda sobbing uncontrollably in the lawn.
