80s Band Imagines

💙Izzy #13- Selfish

"Can't you just ask Mindy to the dance already?"
I groaned, looking over at Izzy.

"Don't think so."
Izzy replied, not looking up at me, instead flipping the page of the dirty magazine he was looking at.

"Can you stop looking at tits for a few minutes and ask her to go with you?"
I grumbled, looking down at the message from Mindy.

"Don't want to."
He said dismissively.

"Why can't you put me out of my misery?"
I said, flopping back onto my bed.

"'Cause I don't want to go to prom with the school whore."
Izzy said, setting the magazine on my nightstand.

"She's not a whore. She's just-"

"A doorknob. Everyone takes their damn turn."
He snarked, moving to sit next to me on my bed.

"Be nice-"

"No, you expect me to just go with her to prom to make her happy, not giving a fuck that I won't be."
Izzy explained.

"I'm sorry; I didn't think you were going to get so upset about it."
I said quietly, not liking the tone of his voice or the fact that it was getting louder.

"I am upset!"
Izzy said loudly, getting off of my bed again to pace around my room.

"Lower your voice, please."
I asked softly.

"No! I cannot believe that you think so low of me to ask me to 'put you out of your misery' without thinking of the misery I'd be in if I took her. God, are you that selfish?"
He asked, looking at me with furious eyes.

"Oh, now I'm selfish? I'm trying to help my friend get a date with her crush, and I'm selfish. How many times have I canceled plans to be there for you? How many times have I saved your ass from getting in trouble at school? And who lets you climb through their window when you and your dad get into a screaming match? And you have the audacity to call me selfish?"
I asked, a rogue tear sliding down my cheek.

"June- I- I didn't mean-"

"Yes, you did. Thank you for letting me know what you really think of me."
I bit back, wiping the tears that fell down my face.

"That's not-"

"No, y'know, as a matter of fact, if I'm so goddamn selfish, maybe you should go."
I said, motioning to my bedroom door.

"C'mon, June."
Izzy groaned.

"No, fuck you! Don't disrespect me in my house and expect me to be okay with you. You can fuck off for all I care."
I ranted, getting up and pushing him out of my room, slamming, and locking my door.

"June, c'mon, open the door."
Izzy begged, rattling the knob and pounding on the door, trying to get it to unlock.

"Go away!"
I yelled, flopping on my bed after hearing Izzy leave my house.

I wasn't sure what to do with myself. Izzy had never once raised his voice at me; he'd never called me a name and never ever made me feel like I do now, shitty. I stared at my ceiling, trying to make sense of the last half hour, not realizing that it was dark, or that my mom probably wasn't coming home. I was broken out of my trance when I heard someone banging on my front door. I quickly got up and went to check, gasping when I saw Izzy on the other side with a busted lip and bloody nose.

"Iz, shit- come here."
I said once I realized his green eyes were brimming with tears.

"He-I tri-ed to fig-ht him off."
Izzy stuttered as I brought him into a hug, letting him bury his face in the crook of my neck.