Chapter Seventy
Primadonna

IT WAS TIMES like this that Sydney wished she could go back to being the stone cold bitch everyone once knew her as. She was Sydney Shea Benoist, the girl who took pleasure in hurting others so they couldn't hurt her. She liked that part of her because it was easy to hide her vulnerability. Nobody knew how much she was struggling. Then, met Demetri, then Eli, then Charlie, and all the people in her life that made her want to be better. How could she go back to being a bitch now when they were so close to her heart?

But staring into the eyes of the boy she loved most and the boy who broke her heart, that bitter version of herself was threatening to come back to the surface. A domestic rage pitted in her stomach. "Look what the cat dragged in." She finally spoke, bitterness dripping from her tongue.

Demetri and Eli were watching from where they were sitting in her living room. Hearing Miguel's voice and the obvious anger from her, they both stood up. "Well, I think that's enough Harry for today." Demetri announced.

"We'll be going now," Eli laughed nervously. "Welcome back, Miguel."

Sydney glared at them as they quickly passed by. Now, it was just the two of them. Miguel looked extremely nervous, his hands still stuffed in his pockets. "Hey," he uttered again.

"Why are you here?" She ignored his greeting.

"I have a lot to say."

"And I don't want to listen," she denied and went to shut the door in his face.

He quickly stepped forward and pressed his hand against it. "No, wait, please!" He quickly stopped her.

The brown eyed girl sucked in a deep breath and she slowly looked at him again.  She clenched her jaw.  "What?"  She asked but she didn't raise her voice.  She was angry but she was heartbroken and it showed on her face.

"I know there's no words that I can that'll get you to forgive me, but I need you to know that I'm so sorry," he explained as quickly as he could.

"I don't want your apology, Miguel—"

"But you're getting it," he interrupted. "Because I'm so sorry. I got in my own head and feelings and you suffered because of it. I feel horrible. I never should've done that to you."

"During the biggest fight of my life." She added to his statement. She watched his already fallen expression deepen.  "That hurt really fucking bad,  Miguel."

He winced at the harshness.  "I know.  I'm so sorry."

The girl stared him at him hard in the face.  He stared back with sad brown eyes.  The same brown eyes that drew her in for almost two years now.  But she couldn't look at them without feeling betrayed.  She allowed him in and he broke her heart.  "When did you get back?"  She questioned.

"Just last night.  Johnny went to Mexico and brought me back."

She was shocked at that.  "Jesus,"  she muttered.  "H-How did it go down there?  Did you find your dad?"

"I did,"  he nodded.  He wasn't as happy as she thought he would be about it.  "Turns out he had no idea about me and he's a dangerous man.  I should've listened to my mom."

She chuckled.  "Mother's know best."

He smiled at that.  "You're not wrong."

"I never am."  When she felt herself start to relax,  she toughened up again.  "You should go."

His face fell again.  "A-Are we okay?"  He stuttered. 

"You just showed up at my doorstep after breaking my heart.  In a letter,  might I add.  What do you think?"  She snapped.  She didn't mean to be harsh but she was just so angry.  "I need time to think,  okay?"

Miguel felt like he could cry right there.  His popped his knuckles,  now feeling awkward.  "I understand."  He muttered.  When she closed the door,  he shut his eyes tightly.  He did it to himself.  He hurt her.  Fighting back the tears,  he left her home and he told himself over and over again that she deserved so much more.

Sydney sat in front of Yasmine with her eyes narrowed into slits.  The blonde had the same facial expression.  They didn't speak,  or move,  and just sat there staring at each other.  Moon and Sam sat by their sides and awkwardly watched the interaction. The tension between the females was still high and neither of them were willing to make up.

Miguel had been texting the Brit since their encounter at her home. She was ignoring them, obviously, but she couldn't hide the utter annoyance when her phone would buzz every ten minutes.

"Your phone's been going off since we got here, Syd. Are you not going to check it?" Sam questioned, breaking the awkward silence at the table.

Sydney broke her eye contact with Yasmin and closed them. "No, it's Miguel. He showed up at my house yesterday." She told them.

The girls gasped. "No!" Said Moon.

"What did he say?" Sam quickly asked.

"What do you think?" The British girl scoffed. "He broke up with me, then showed up at my house to apologize, and he expected me to be okay with it."

"That asshole,"  Yasmine sneered,  shocking them all.  She pointed at finger at the girl.  "You should block him.  Phone number,  Instagram,  the whole enchilada."

"Then it would look like I care.  Which I don't."

Sam pursed her lips.  "So,  what are you gonna do?"

"Ooh!  We can text him for you!"  Moon offered,  motioning between her and the other girls.

"Yes,  let us put him in his place."  Yasmine agreed.

The three of them began talking at once and Sydney started to grow overwhelmed.  Her phone went off again and the screen lit up,  revealing Miguel's name that still had the pink heart next to it.  Her heart rate quickened and before her breath could hitch,  she slammed her hands against the table.

The commotion caused people to turn their way and the girls widened their eyes.  "Okay!"  She exclaimed and squeezed her eyes shut.  She inhaled a sharp breath before opening them again and she smiled forcefully.  "I don't want to talk to or about Miguel.  I'm trying to move on.  So I'm willing to end this—"  she motioned a hand between her and Yasmine.  "Drama between us if we can all go do something relaxing and fun and that won't stress me out anymore than I already am."

Silence.  Sam stared at her best friend with wide eyes and she shared wide eyed expressions with Moon and Yasmine.  One thing about Sydney was when she got angry,  nobody dared to cross her. A light bulb went off in Moon's head and she gasped. "I have an idea!"

Miguel stared at his open messages with a downturned expression. None of them were answered or even read. The more he stared at them, the more guilty he felt. He was angry but he had no right to be. He messed up. Now, he was paying the consequences.

"Yours eyes are going to melt out of your head if you keep staring at your phone like that." Demetri said from across the room at the tattoo shop.

"She still won't text me back."  He sighed.  He stood up from the chair he was in and joined him and Eli by the table.  "I mean,  I don't know what to do."

"Well,  you did dump her.  What do you expect her to do?"  Eli questioned.  "This is Sydney we're talking about."

Demetri agreed with him.  "Females are already stubborn but she's about a level 13."

Miguel rolled his eyes.  "I know that."

"What have you been texting her?"  Eli chimed.

He lifted his phone.  "Uh. . ."  He scrolled through the messages.  "I asked her how her day was,  what she was doing,  and I said I hope she has a great day."

In unison,  Eli and Demetri cringed.

"What?"

"You're acting kind of desperate,"  Demetri replied gingerly.

Miguel frowned.  "But I am desperate."

"Yeah,  well,  she's not."  Said Eli.  He got up from the leather chair.  "Look,  we all know how Syd is.  She hides how she's feeling so that nobody will bother her. I'm sure she's staring at her phone wanting to text you back but she's scared."

The brown eyed boy rocked back and forth on his heels.  "Okay,  so. . . What do I need to do?"

"You dated her for two years.  What did you pick up on when she's mad at you?"  Demetri questioned.

Miguel thought to himself.  "Uhhh. . . She likes jewelry."  He remembered.

The taller boy snapped his fingers.  "Bingo!  I have an idea!"

In honor of chapter 70 and speak now (TV) I declare I can see you sydguel's song

the funniest thing in the world to me is that miguel's desperately trying to get syd to talk to him and she's just trying to live her best life.  like homie,  you broke up with HER