Wish I Was Sorry

Chapter 3

The car ride with Axel was just as awkward as all our other interactions. There were a few points where he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, then thought against it and shut his trap. This was how I knew that whenever he finally did decide to speak, I wasn't going to like what he had to say. In an attempt to ease the painfully heavily tension from crushing my lungs, I changed the station. I looked desperately for a song that didn't make me want to vomit and just when I finally found one, he decided to speak.

"Nice dress."

"Thanks."

"Very nice dress."

I huffed and looked out the window. "Is there a point to this unexpected flattery?"

"From what I remember, it's not quite your style." He watched me as closely as he could while driving

"Maybe my tastes changed. Maybe I grew to like different things."

"Or maybe you're completely full of shit." Axel replied bluntly. I glared at him and watched him tighten his knuckles on the steering wheel. "If any of that was true, you wouldn't use anything hypothetical. Now why the hell are you wearing a dress like that in the middle of July?"

"It's pretty." I snorted in response. "When did you start caring again anyway?"

Axel was silent for a second as he turned sharply. "Maybe I don't care about you. I just need to know what it is that you're hiding."

"Why?"

"Because clearly, it involves my best friend." He replied shortly. He pulled to a stop in front of Kendal's house. "Get out of the car."

I rolled my eyes and got out. After slamming my door, I heard his door slam as well. I shot him a questioning look, which he pointedly ignored. He nodded towards the front door of the house and I sighed. I dug around the bag for my keys.

"You don't have to walk me to the door Damien. I'm not a princess."

Axel snorted in response. "I'm not walking you to the door, Monroe." That was such horrid emphasis on my last name. "I'm going inside with you."

I halted my actions for just a second. "Drove me home and coming inside? I'm surprised Kendal agreed to all of this." I found the key and opened the door.

"Who said I asked him?"

I froze for again. This couldn't possibly be happening.

"So you're saying that Kendal doesn't know you're here?"

"Yep."

"And he doesn't know I left the party?"

"Yep again."

My brain went into overdrive wondering if we had had a fight recently that resulted in broken glass. Yes, I deduced, we had. Okay, so did I clean up the broken glass? I thought back furiously and realized in horror that I had been in too much of a hurry to leave. I was gonna clean it up when I got home. Dammit. Even worse, Axel Damien had made his way into the house when I was having my brainstorm. I had to get him out of my house, so I stupidly said the first thing that came to my mind.

"You can't be here Axel!" Good one, Jehc.

Axel shot me an indignant look and flopped on the couch. He put his feet up on the coffee table comfortably and his hands traced the couch looking for the remote. It was his way of saying that he could do whatever he wanted. I sighed and slammed the door.

"Why would you even wanna stay here? You hate me!"

"I don't hate you." He replied automatically, having found his prize and switching on the TV. "Truthfully, I don't give a damn about you."