Chapter forty-three
Novah
I walk up the stairs to my room, hoping Skylar isn't there.
I don't wanna have to curse that bitch out.
I mean, she's my friend and all but she can get real disrespectful.
Disrespecting me and my motherfucking boyfriend?! That shit won't slide with me.
Should I go talk to Ezra first?
Apologize for running off, maybe. I did promise Matt I would try not to interact with him.
I mean, he hasn't done anything to me, personally. Or Matt.
Maybe Matt is being a bit irrational.
I'll just go quickly get my jewelry out of my dorm room, put it on, and then go talk to Ezra for a sec. Just for a quick second, then I'll just leave.
I mean, I think it was so sweet of Matt to buy me such a beautiful gift.
Or gifts.
I should at least wear them.
I walk down the hall, turn left, and walk further down.
I stand in front of the room door, biting my lip, listening.
It sounds pretty quiet in there. Maybe Skylar left?
I push open the door and see Skylar sitting on her bed, on her phone.
She looks up at me, then back down at her phone.
Fine, we can play this game. She should be trying to apologize but noooo, she just has to be petty.
I roll my eyes and walk up to the closet.
I pull open the closet door and look around for my silver Swarovski jewelry box.
Its the only thing my dad ever gave me before he.....
It's basically my prized possession, I mean.
I love it with all my heart. Its also beautiful.240Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS1TXlyvK28
Its a rectangular silver box with Swarovski crystals encrusting the perimeter of it. There are tiny little stars scattered over the outside of the box.
I crouch down and pull open the bottom drawer where I keep it.
"What?" I say aloud.
My jewelry box isn't sitting right there in its usual spot.
No, no, no. My heart starts racing as I pull open my other drawers.
I pull out all my neatly folded clothes and throw them on the floor.
I never move that box!
I open Skylar's drawers as well, looking to see if maybe I accidentally put it in there.
Her drawers are just filled with her clothing.
"What are you doing?" I turn and see Skylar standing in the door frame, a malicious look on her face.
"I can't find my fucking jewelry box," I blurt out.
"Maybe you misplaced it. Why are you looking through my shit?"
"Because maybe it's in there....."
"I know what you're thinking. I didn't take your stupid ass jewelry box," she says rudely.
Oh hell no!
"Watch how you talk to me. Keep being disrespectful and I might just slap you," I say, staring her down.
"Do it then. At least I'm not the one dating a toxic ass, suicidal, womanizing...."
I slap her straight across the face, watching her fair skin turn red.
She clutches her cheek, staring in shock, her mouth hanging open.
I get a pang of guilt in the pit of my stomach for slapping my roommate but she was crossing lots of lines.
"I know you didn't just slap me...." she says, tears welling in her eyes.
"I wouldn't have if you hadn't been so damn disrespectful,"
"Fuck you and your boyfriend," she says, scorn in her eyes.
I continue searching around the closet, ignoring her. As much as I'm worried that I won't find my box I do feel a bit bad for slapping Skylar but my mom always taught me that if someone is talking shit, they need to get hit.
She always said to stand your ground and stand up for yourself.240Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlV7tH9IRxR
Skylar left. I don't know where she went.
Meanwhile, I'm on all fours, feeling around every inch of the closet floor for my jewelry box.
It's gone. Just gone.
My vision becomes clouded with tears as I continue searching.
The only thing I had from my dad.
My dad.....
No, I need to stop thinking about him or I'll just become even more emotional.
Matt is gonna be furious. He's gonna think I wasn't taking care of the gifts he got me.
I know they were expensive. I mean, diamond earrings, a bracelet with my initials, and a sumptuous rose necklace that matches his rose tattoo.240Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCHyllpxHRb
I wipe my tears and stand up, walking back into the room.
Oh, so Skylar is still here.
She's back, sitting in her spot on the bed, staring down at her phone.
I can still see a faint pink handprint on her right cheek.
She deserved that but I still feel bad.
My mom taught me that if someone disrespects you, you throw hands. Period.
I crouch down onto the floor and pull my suitcase out from underneath my bed.
I look inside the suitcase, hoping maybe I put it in there or something. Even though that makes absolutely no sense, I still have hope.
I hold my breath as I look inside the suitcase.
I exhale in disappointment. It's not there.
"Fuck! Where the fuck would I put it?!" I curse under my breath.
I push the suitcase back under my bed and pull open my top nightstand drawer.
I look under my notebooks.
Nothing, as I thought.
I pull open the second drawer.
Not there, obviously.
Just my makeup.
I open the third and last drawer, hoping, praying that it's in there.
When I look down, all I see is hair product, hair ties, barrettes, anything but my fucking box!
I sigh and sit there on the floor.
"Have you seen it, Skylar?"
"Don't talk to me bitch,"
I'm about to fire back but I decide against it.
I'm trying to hold back all my emotions so instead, I pull my phone out of my back pocket and plug my earphones in.
Music always helps.
The last thing I need to be doing right now is crying.
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