I Was Never Yours

Chapter 37

Callie P.O.V

I wake up as we're pulling into the driveway, I glance up to see my Uncle Steve's head lolled back and his mouth slightly parted, sleeping soundly.

"You're awake!" My Dad says happily.

I grimace at him and pull out my phone, the frustration I'd escaped through sleep comes rushing back.

During breakfast I had gotten the first notification, myself tagged in a photo of myself pressed up against the wall with Jay's lips crushing my own and his hand slipped under my shirt. My eyes are wide and terrified but that doesn't matter, everyone believes it. I've gotten countless harassment messages all day.

'Better wear a condom Jay, she's full of STIs'

'I bet your Uncle gave you a good, brutal fucking when he saw this."

'They're sharing you now? Sign me up!'

There were dozens and dozens of comments and messages, I couldn't even read through them all. But the one that hurt the most, the one that took the breath from my lungs, was the one from Peter.

'Hey um, what is this? I thought we were, like, together. I'm really hurt Callie.'

To which I replied, my anger getting the better of me:

'It's not what you think Peter! Do you seriously believe that? What the actual fuck.'

He took a few minutes to reply but when he did I threw my phone across the car.

'What else am I supposed to think? There's a photo, it's proof. I never believed the rumours about you, I guess you fooled me. It's over Callie.'

I look at the message thread again, hoping against hope that he's messaged back changing his mind but he hasn't.

"Fuck." I mutter dragging my hand over my face.

"What's wrong kid?" My Dad asks, putting the car into park.

"Nothing. It's fine. I'm just having an argument with my friend." I fib, unable to tell him that my first boyfriend just dumped me and that the weight of it is crushing my chest and I can't breath.

"Wake up your Uncle?" He says, patting Steve's knee gently and I suddenly have this thought that if they just got together and forgot about the women how much better my life would be, though if they broke up it'd be hell so... forget that.

"Okay," I sigh and open the passenger side. I push my fingers into Steve's hair and lean in, kissing his cheek, I really do feel bad for lashing out at him, it wasn't fair. "Uncle? Wake up." I whisper into his ear.

He grunts and blinks his eyes open then rubs them with his fist, "we're home?"

I nod, "yeah." He unbuckles himself and gets out, towering above me.

"You feeling better?" He places his large palm on the top of my head.

"I guess," I lie with a shrug. "I'm sorry about, uh, what I said..."

"I forgive you. I'm sorry I gave you the cold shoulder." He bends down to lift me but I shrug him off.

"Stop, I'm not a little kid." I swat his hands away more aggressively than I mean to. He pulls back, his eyes displaying how hurt he is.

He turns around and walks a few paces, dragging his hands through his blonde locks, he takes in a deep breath and looks back at me, "it's okay, you're right. You're not a little girl anymore." He sighs and walks in to the house and leaves me alone, feeling like utter shit.
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Steve P.O.V

I storm into the house brushing past Tony, almost knocking him over. "Hey! What's wrong?" He grabs my shoulder and spins me around.

"What? Nothing, nothing is wrong. I'm just a useless fucking Uncle, that's all." I shout, stuttering over the curse word, my eyes streaming despite myself.

"Hey, sssh, you're not. It's okay." He says pulling me down to hug me. I wrap my arms around him, burying my face in his shoulder. I sniffle lightly and he responsively brings a hand up to the back of my head letting his fingers gently massage up and down.

I sigh, the motions of his fingers sending shivers down my spine. "Better?" He asks and I pull away slightly, nodding.

Our faces are inches apart and I suddenly have this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, it's confusing and enthralling. I glance down at his lips, licking my own, if I just moved an inch forward I could touch them.

I feel his chest pounding against mine, matching my own racing heart beat and his hand lowers, landing on my neck. He pulls me forward slightly and barely brushes his lips against mine, but I feel it and it feels like fire, I'm about to push back in when I hear someone clear their throat behind me. His hands instantly fly off and I spin around, "what the actual fuck?" Callie says, looking between the two of us with a strange sort of amusement playing on her features.

"What? N-nothing." I stammer.

"He was upset, I was just hugging him." Tony shrugs nonchalantly and Callie looks slightly ashamed, so he walks away, heading downstairs to the shop.

"So I have two dads now?" Callie smirks at me, recovering swiftly.

"What? No, he just kissed my cheek, he does that sometimes." I tell her, hoping she can't see through my lie, "I was upset." I repeat Tony's words.

"Oh, okay. It wouldn't be bad if you were though, you know..." she blushes and pushes past me to her bedroom.

I watch her go, the confusion setting in. I consider going downstairs to find Tony, but I think better of it. Instead I pull out my phone and find May's number, I am interested in her, she made me feel fluttery and excited all day yesterday. Tony is just a safe space for me, it doesn't mean anything.

Hey May, when you get back from the field trip call me?

A few minutes later she replies that she will and my heart skips in anticipation. I'll just go to my room and relax until she calls.

Here's a tiny bit of #stony for you. I may add the more, uh, intense chapter I wrote onto the end of chapter 36. But honestly I'm not planning to have a steady #stony theme so it would likely just be for shits and giggles. Comment here if you want to see the chapter.