Complicated

Chapter 22

I hear the front door shut, looking over at the clock to find that it's two-forty-eight, the exact time Devon should be getting home.

I'm so livid with him right now, he'll be getting an ear full of me...Right. About. Now.

I jump off of my bed, and throw open the door, racing down the stairs until I'm right in front of Devon.

"What?" He snaps. Did he really just snap at me? He did, didn't he? Oh hell no!

"What the fuck, Devon?!" I scream at him. "How could you? What ever happened to siblings stick together, huh? I was being humiliated, by the entire student body and you were just sitting there!"

I'm disgusted with him, every thing he is holding against me is stupid and I can't believe that I haven't done anything about it before.

"Bella, listen-"

"No! Don't you dare tell me to listen! You know why? Because did you ever listen to me? Did you ever listen to what I wanted? No! You didn't. You were supposed to be there for me when everyone was calling me a slut, a whore, but you weren't so why would I listen to you?"

"I'm sorry!" He takes deep breath. "I'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't have left you like that. I should've stood up for you like a big brother should. I fucked up. I'm really sorry, Bella."

To. Fucking. Bad.

"Should've thought about that before you completely cut me out of your line of thought," I spit before grabbing my bag and heading out the door.

I don't know where I'm going. I just need to get away from Devon. Is it so wrong of me to let him sit and think about what he's done? No.

I hadn't realized where my feet were taking me until I'm facing Gavin's house, standing at the end of their driveway. It was just a couple hours ago when Gavin had kissed me, and I crave his touch. I don't know when or how I started developing these insane thoughts, but they led me here didn't they?

I take a deep breath and start walking up to the front door, preparing myself to knock. Taking a few deep breaths I shape my hands into fists and wrap my knuckles on the wood, twice.

No one answers. I knock again. No answer. I'm just about to turn around when the door opens revealing a shirtless Gavin. My eyes widen at the sight, mostly the towel that's wrapped around his waist, which is, by the way, hanging very low. I can see the 'V' lines forming down to 'it.'

"Bella?" Gavin asks confused, his green eye looking brighter than usual.

"Y-yeah, it's me," I tell him, awkwardly clasping my hands together behind my back and rocking back and forth on my heels.

"Richard isn't here." Well, that's nice to know you imbecile, but I came here to kiss-talk to you. Damn.

"I actually didn't come here for Richard." My ego keeps getting smaller and smaller.

"Then what are you doing here?" He asks confused.

What am I doing here, exactly? It's really hard to concentrate with Gavin's glistening eight pack is pretty much taunting me to come and lick them. Whoa! That was strange.

"I...actually came to talk to you." I look down at the ground right when the words leave my mouth.

"Okay, um, come on in." Gavin steps aside so I can pass him, walking into their entry way. "Well, I'm going to go change, if you want to just sit down, I'll be right back."

Before I can respond, he takes off up the stairs. Sighing, I take a seat on the cold leather couch, and wait for Gavin to return.

In the meantime, I look at the walls. Yes, because walls are so interesting. No, because there's pictures. The one picture that really catches my eye is the one with Gavin, who is about six or seven, in his red baseball uniform, with a huge smile on his face. The hat on his head covers up his eyes slightly, but even then you can see his eyes glistening with happiness.