Forbidden Fruit •Timothee Chalamet (Stepbrother)

5.Comfortable silence

Tapping my pencil on this stupid desk doesn't seem to make the time go by any faster, and class just got started. I feel Julia, a girl from my cheer team tug on my hair behind me. I whip around to see what she wants.

"Jacob is telling everyone how he thinks your super hot!" she practically scream whispers.

"Oh, how romantic" I roll my eyes with a fake smile on my face.Was I supposed to be flattered?

"Okay Amelia, we get it. Like all the boys at Brangwin want to hook up with you or date you, but can you atleast to pretend to care that Jacob finds you attractive. Some of us would do literally anything for him to give us the time of day." She spews from behind me obnoxiously and I brush it off, ignoring her.

The door flies open to Timothée shuffling in casually, as if he wasn't late on to class on his first day. Maybe he was somewhere, doing god knows what with Jessica.My face gets hot thinking about it.

I focus my attention on the giggling girls in class that are getting flustered at the site of Timothée.They think he's hot. I mean,he's gorgeous.I don't blame them. Stupid Bastard. Timothée boars his eyes into mine before sitting down directly across from me.

"Mr. Chalamet. You're late on the first day." Our French teacher states, calling Timothée out infront of the whole class.

Timothée nods slowly "Yeah. You can write me up if you want." he says nonchalantly, before looking back at me.

"With pleasure." she responds, placing a citation on Timothees desk. He scrunches his lips upwards in acceptance.

"Not to be a total creep but your brother is sexy.." Julia whispers to me again.She's really starting to piss me off.

I turn around to her."Julia, do you mind just keeping your mouth shut the rest of the period!" I bark at her and watch her put her hands up in defeat.

Timothée spends the whole hour looking at me while I pretend he doesn't exist.

My phone buzzes on my lap silently as I turn it over discreetly.

Timothée: Are we gonna talk about this?

I ignore it.

Timothée: Amelia..

My phone keeps buzzing and I'm really trying to stay lowkey

Timothée: I'm sorry you had to find out this way.

Can he just shut the fuck up? Nothing he can say will make this better.

Timothée: You just got back home. Please don't shut me out. We can get through this.

Another buzz

Timothée: Baby

He knows that word always makes me weak coming out of his mouth.

I am not his baby.

He's made that very clear fucking the whole area code while I was gone, and I on the other hand, only had sexual relations with one other guy. Only one fucking guy.One guy that he had the audacity to make me feel bad for.

I look up from my phone while our French teacher lectures on the board with her back to us, just to see Timothée's yearning eyes and disheartened disposition. I lock my eyes into his, grinning phonily at him before flipping him off. He breathes out heavily and places his head in his hands with frustration.When our class ends, I race to get the hell out of there.

I feel Timothée's lanky arm grab me as I'm rushing out the doorway. "Fucking talk to me!" he demands, in low tone so no one around hears.

I snatch my arm out of his hands as I move out of the doorway. "Don't touch me."

We move to the secluded corner behind our classroom. I look around to see if anyone can see.It's out of sight.Thank God.

"Mia,I- where do I begin? I know you're upset with me- ," Timothée says genuinely.

"UPSET with you? You fucked my best friend Timothée? I don't want to even look at you right now. I have exceeded being upset with you" I fume with anger.

"How could you-   I am cut off by Timothees lips gently on mine, before he pulls away slowly.

"I know I hurt you. Please forgive me. I can't stand this. I can't stand it when you don't talk to me. I can't function knowing your mad at me." he pleads gently, while placing his hand on my face and stroking it softly.

As much as he is my everything, I also hate him sometimes. I hate that he could stab me in the stomach, but then kiss me and say he's sorry and I'd forgive him as I bleed out. I push him away from me.

"I'll see you at home." I say blankly.

He nods, "Who's gonna give you a ride home?"

"I'll figure it out. I need some space right now."I respond, rubbing one of my eyes in exhaustion before walking to my next class, leaving Timothée behind as he stares at his feet.

I left my last class early hoping I can avoid Timothée from seeing me before I go.I wasn't kidding.I needed space. I told my my teacher I had to use the restroom in the last 10 minutes of class and I just never went back. I push through the front doors of this luxurious prison.
I see Jacob starting his car underneath a smoke cloud. He is smoking a cigarette on school property, but it's not like we would get in trouble for that anyways. Donation from Mommy and Daddy and it's like it never happened.

As he drives past me I catch his eye.He stops abruptly, making his tires screech.

"Why aren't you in class?" he asks, through his lowered window with his hand dangling out, flicking his cigarette.

"Why aren't you?"I challenge.

He chuckles "Good point."

I smile a little at his laugh.

"Wanna hop in?" he nudges his head to the passengers seat.

"Only if I can have a cigarette" I tease, but truthfully after this day I really need one.

"Fine." he grins slightly.

I open the door to the passenger side and plop myself down. He turns to me smiling his little smile again, before he hands me cigarette. I put it in my mouth while he brings the lighter up to my mouth to light it for me. I take a puff while Jacob drives us off.

Jacob is oddly sweet. It's like I was meeting a different guy. He used to be abrasive,loud, and aggressive. Nothing like the guy who was sitting next to me. He breaks the comfortable silence we've perfected for the last 20 minutes.

"Earlier you said I was different now. It's because I use to do steriods. My uncle put me on them so I would excel at football..but I ended up being an angry, sweaty mess." Jacob said admittingly. I looked at him, impressed by his openness. "I quit the football team, leaned out, and now I feel the most like myself then I have in a long time. I'm gonna be me, not who my family wants me to be." He went on. I stayed quite for a minute,not sure how to answer him being as he was being so honest.

"I think it's great you're being your authentic self Jacob. You look happier and it shows." I respond to him the only way I know, and that's truthfully.

He looks at me for a second before drumming his hand on the steering wheel. When we pull up to our driveway,I feel a lump form in my throat. I can't believe I'm saying this..but I was kind of enjoying the semi silent car ride with Jacob. I start to collect my things and unbuckle my seat belt.

"I'm around if you ever need a ride or..anything really."

The more he opens his mouth the more I'm in awe of the drastic personality change. "Thanks Jacob,I..uh, actually kind had fun in silence with you." I say as I let a tiny giggle out and close his car door shut, before he drives away.

I walk through our driveway that seems to never end. I gaze at the architecture of our home while taking a deep breath, taking in all of it's lavishness. How can a home so beautiful, be filled with so many traumatic moments?