I walked down the street to Benji's house, nervousness twisting my stomach uncomfortably. I knew I had to rectify things with him and I hoped he'd understand where I was coming from.
I glanced up at the sky, frowning at the dark grey clouds. It wasn't that cold at the moment but I wasn't prepared for any rain. With school just finishing, the streets were filled with young kids and their parents, as well as teenagers with newfound independence. I narrowly dodged a guy on a scooter as I turned the corner, entering Benji's neighbourhood.
A couple minutes later I was stood at their door, building up the nerve to ring the bell. The moment I did the door opened to reveal his two younger siblings, Jada and Caleb. They exchanged a worried glance.
"Hi Chloe..." Jada greeted not so enthusiastically. I forced a smile.
"Hey, is Benjamin home?"
"Um..." She gave Caleb an uncertain look. He avoided my eyes as he replied.
"He's out."
A moment of awkward silence passed as I glanced behind em to see his car in their driveway. I jabbed my thumb at it. "His car is here."
Caleb cleared his throat. "Yeah... he took a walk."
I glanced up at the sky which showed it was about to be pouring in a minute but nodded. I could take a hint.
"Okay. Tell him to call me, please?" I said, feeling unfairly sad and they nodded before slamming the door in my face.
I'd made it a couple steps away when I heard their door open and a familiar voice called out my name. My heart lurched as I turned around to see Benji standing in the doorway.
"Wait a second; I'll give you a drive home." He called out before disappearing inside. I couldn't help but smile. Even when he was angry at me he was still considerate.
I waited patiently at his car, watching him walk down to it. His expression was completely closed off and his hood was up, obscuring his face further. I felt my stomach sink – I'd really messed up.
I entered the car after he did, buckling up and looking out the window. My hands were clasped tightly together as he drove and I gave myself a mini pep-talk to speak up.
"Um, could we talk?" I asked quietly, risking a glance. His jaw was clenched.
"If I wanted to talk I would have invited you inside."
"Instead you got your siblings to lie for you." I retorted, feeling hurt. He shrugged.
"Yeah, I did." His voice lacked any emotion. I'd never heard him use that tone and it worried me.
Was he going to dump me?
"Well, when do you want to talk?" I asked and he sighed.
"Not now, Chloe."
"But-"
"If we talk it'll turn into an argument, and I don't want to argue with you."
"So you'd rather ignore me?" I asked, confused. I didn't get why he didn't want to solve things immediately. I could take a few harsh words, I was a big girl.
He did exactly that, not bothering to reply. My mouth dropped open and I started at him in disbelief for a good minute. He didn't spare me a glance.
I blinked back tears and turned so I faced the window, watching the raindrops pelt against it. The rest of the ride was spent in silence before we arrived at my house.
"Thanks for the ride." I bit out, exiting the car and running up to my door. I was fumbling with the key when I heard a car door slam and angry footsteps approaching me.
YOU ARE READING
Best Friends With The Bad Boy ✓
HumorAfter an unpleasant two years away from her hometown, Chloe Woods is excited to return. She's looking forward to rekindling her friendship with John Allen, her best friend who she didn't tell she was moving. Imagine her surprise when she returns dis...