Okay, now I’m going to go kick her ass. I storm into my room and close the door, Steph is standing in my bathroom brushing her teeth when I walk in and slap her on the shoulder.
“Ow! What the hell was that for?” She whines.
“For being an idiot, why didn’t you look at him? He wanted to kiss you, dumbass” I whisper yell.
“I know” she says, “I just couldn’t do it. Not with everyone watching us like that.”
She rinses off her toothbrush before walking back into my room and throwing her stuff in her bag, “I don’t want him to kiss me because of a stupid dare, I want him to do it when the moment feels right… I want him to do it becausehewants to.”
I feel myself deflate, the anger leaving my body as I process her words.
These two are so head over heels for one another, it’s painful.
“I’m sorry, I just wanted to speed things up a bit, but I promise I’ll let it happen at its own pace.”
“Thank you” she says, smiling softly at me.
sixteen
LUCAS
“Wakey, Wakey Lukiepoo” Blair whispers in my ear.
I’m laying on my side, and like the very normal person I am, I slap in front of me. I feel skin hit my hand, followed by an ‘ow’ before I open my eyes. Blair sits in front of me, rubbing his cheek, it’s his own fault he got hit.
“Why the hell are you waking me up right now?” I groan, “if you don’t have a good reason I’m slapping you again.”
He sheepishly smiles before sitting up, “I wanted to talk to you about your dad.”
I’m going to kill him, he woke me up to talk about mydad? I don’t care how long I’ve known the kid, I’m about to put him six feet under. I only told him about the phone call with my mom because I needed to let out steam before I snapped and did something I would regret… now it’s coming back to bite me in the ass.
“Before you go freaking out, just listen. I think you should talk to him.”
I can’t help but glare at him, is he fucking serious right now?
“You never got closure, you and your mom just disappeared from his life and you never got to tell him how you feel, or find out why he was such a piece of shit. I’m not saying forgive him or anything, just go talk to him and get the answers you need to finally move on.”
He has the audacity to sit there and give me puppy dog eyes, and as ugly as those are on him, I guess he’s right. I should —at the very least— get to tell him how much I hate him.
“As long as you come to stop me from beating his ass, then yes” I mumble.
“Deal.” He throws his arms around me and squeezes as tight as he can… is he actually hugging me right now?
Before I have the chance to change my mind, he leaves my room. Blair knows me better than anyone else, he’s stuck by my side no matter what, I owe it to him andmyselfto at least try.
I pull out my phone and shoot a text off to my dad, asking when we should meet.
Six years ago
I’m sitting at a cafeteria table, forehead down on the cold wood as Blair tries to comfort me. Mom and I left a couple weeks ago, and after sending the divorce papers to him via mail, it somehow got out that he’s a piece of shit.
No one knows about the abuse, they just know he isn’t a good dad, and I know for a fact that everyone has been talking about it at school, but no one has the balls to say anything to my face.
“Just ignore them, they’re all assholes anyway. They have no idea what actually happened so don’t worry” Blair says, shoving more sandwich into his face.
I groan in response.
Why in hell am I protecting him? Why do I give a fuck if people know about how shit of a person he is?
