Lose Yourself *Harry Styles*

Chapter 17

Guys, this might be coming to an end soon, and it might be sucky.

Seth already had tons of bruises and cuts scattered all across his skin. I glare at Thomas.

" What did you do to him?" I growl at him.

Thomas stays silent, smirking.

" WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?" I yell at him.

Thomas doesn't even flinch.

" We had some fun with him, okay?" He chuckles.

" You're lucky you're friend's holding me back right now," I spit.

" Really, why?" Thomas asks, curious.

" Because if he wasn't, you'd already have the shit beat out of you by now," I tell him.

Thomas laughs.

" I have the money by the way," I say.

" Where is it?" Thomas asks.

" Can your friend let go of me? I don't feel like having a stranger grab my ass right now," I tell him.

" So back pocket?" Thomas says, coming closer to me.

I nod, " yeah."

Thomas grabs the money himself, and I don't protest about him putting his hand on my butt because I know he'll end up slapping me or do something worse.

" You have your money, now can I have my little brother back?" I ask.

" Sure, I just want one thing from you," Thomas whispers, leaning his face closer to mine.

" If you want a kiss, take a breath mint first. Your breath smells like cat farts," I gag.

Thomas growls before smashing his lips to mine. I don't move my lips as he moves his. After a couple of seconds he pulls away, and I try to keep myself from throwing up.

" Let the boy go," Thomas calls from over his shoulder.

Two guys pick Seth up by his arms and carry him over to us as the guy who held me lets go.

" Jade," Seth weakly mumbles as I hug him close to me.

" It's okay, Seth, it's okay," I whisper to him.

I look up at Thomas, smiling a small smile at him.

" Thank you for not doing anything terrible to him," I tell him.

" Don't thank me, you know I hate that," he says, " and just so you know, I never layed a finger on him."

I nod, " I know you wouldn't since I would've kicked your ass."

Thomas laughs.

" Oh, just so you know, when I saw you at the fair, I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry for what I did," he says.

I nod.

" You don't have to say anything or even forgive me for whatever fucked up reason," he says.

I nod again, " okay."

***

I look over at Seth, who's sitting in the passenger seat.

" Thank you," Seth says.

" You don't have to thank me. I wasn't about to let my little brother die," I tell him.

I look back to the road.

" But we aren't even blood related," Seth mumbles.

" Hey," I look over at him.

" What?" He asks, looking over at me.

" Remember what I told you at the diner that one time?" I ask him.

Seth nods. " Yeah," he sighs.

" I meant every word I said about you being my true little brother," I tell him.

He nods, " okay."

I look back at the road, Seth and I screaming as a car is heading straight for us. I throw my arm out in front of Seth on instinct.