Shane’s Room

Anyways, I get to my room and plop down on my bed trying to relax. Just as I close my eyes starting to get myself together, she knocks on my door. I disregard she’s calling my name and sit staring at the window ’cause sure as ***** I don’t fell like answering. Soon enough her head picks through she asks if she can come in and I mumble “what ever”

She slowly walks in and closes the door behind her coming to stand at the edge of my bed. I don’t wanna look at her, so I keep my eyes focused on the window as if it was the most interesting piece of art I ever seen. She waits for me to look at her, but after a while she realizes I won’t. So finally taking a long breath she decides to take the first step. “Shane. . . I’m sorry.” She says so quietly that I could hardly make out the words.

“Uh-huh.” I answered as I continued to stare at the window, a bitter chuckle escaping from my throat. I mean what a nerve has this woman after every thing I done for her I helped, when ***** went down I was the only one who cared for her. And now she acts likelike Oh, I don’t know. But all the sudden I felt all ‘woman scorned’ and had all kinds of strange silly feelings swirling inside my head.

Jenny sits down on the bed and continues to look strait at me as trying to read my thoughts. “What?!” I yell finally turning my head towards her. “I said I was sorry” she says firmly lookin straight into my eyes. “And so what?” I say looking back to the window.

I could see out of the corner of my eye she looked defeated and tired. I felt bad for her, but I just couldn’t let it go just because she was sad about it. Yeah, I’ve got a soft spot for the girl, but that doesn’t mean that I’m gonna let her treat me like *****. “You know Jenny you can’t go around lashing off at people like that. And.. and saying you’re sorry is not gonna take back what you said.” I said bitterly as I folded my arms cross my chest and sat back against the headboard.