“I’m not hungry.”

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing. I said I’m not hungry.”

“Fine.” She left me in my room and I locked the door behind her.

As few minutes later there was a knock on the door. “Who is it?”

“Its me sweetie can I come in?” Tina turned the ***** to enter. “Why is the door locked?”

I opened the door, “Because I want to be alone, is that too much to ask?” And I shut the door again.

“Angelica Kennard-Porter,” She used my whole name. “Don’t make me break this door down.” I unlocked the door but left it closed. She opened the door when she heard the lock turn. “What has gotten into you? You were fine when you got home.”

“Nothing is wrong. Why must something be wrong, I just want to be alone?”

“I’ll leave dinner in the oven if you feel like eating later.”

“Thanks.”

After mom left I was lying on my bed just thinking. I must have fallen asleep, because when I turned sometime later it was after eleven. I was hungry so I decided that I should get something to eat. My parents were still up. They were both at the kitchen table doing some paper work. They are so predictable. There is a study where they would usually do that, but if ever they sense that any one of us is perturbed for whatever reason, they stay lurking, hoping that we would open up. And as always we do, but not today.

“Hey.” I went to the oven, warm up the food in the microwave, and sat at the table with them. I didn’t say anything after that. I know they are watching my every move, from the oven to the microwave to the table. They watched as I ate, occasionally at each other. Like some unspoken word as to whom would be the one to inquire.

“You wanna talk about it?” Bette drew the shorter straw.

“No, not really.”

“Ok.” They packed up their things and went to bed.

It’s been two days now since I last spoke to Gina. She hasn’t called, and I am too stubborn to call her. I realised that night that I was over reacting. I would admit that it was not a totally unselfish decision to tell Gina about Miss Kensington. I wanted her to get mad, to be jealous that I have feelings for someone else. Call me stupid and naive, but shouldn’t your lover get upset or a little bit jealous and insecure. Shouldn’t your love for the person be measured too on how jealous they get if you spend more time with someone other than them. Maybe Gina’s love for me isn’t as deep and powerful as she professes it to be.

***Gina***

I haven’t heard from Angelica in two days. I want to call her but she was the one who hung up on me and is obviously angry with me. The first day I was ok with not talking with her. I know better than to push when some one is angry. You say things you don’t mean and you end up angrier than solving anything. I gave Angelica a day and hoped that she would call. She hasn’t yet. We had our argument on Monday, its Thursday, why hasn’t she called yet?