Forbidden Fruit •Timothee Chalamet (Stepbrother)

19. Road Trip

The rest of the school week seems to move at a rapid pace and before I knew it, the whole week flew by. An all too reoccurring thought screams in my head.

Where the fuck is Timothée?

Ever since Jacob and I "went public" at school. He has barely been around.

I dangle my head off the side of my bed and kick my feet up above me.I was trying to keep myself somewhat graceful today at school but all of of looks from my peers started messing with my head.Jacob was showing me off like some type of novelty, but then would take any chance he could to whisper affirmations in my ear when no one was looking.

Timothée was no where to be found after he saw Jacob and I in the parking lot.
His chiseled face looked hauntingly wounded.My thoughts start to race at an unnaturally fast pace before the sound of heavy footsteps distract me.

"Hey." Timothée says with heaviness in his voice and closes the door behind him.

My dangling head sees him as an upside down figure,before I flip over on my belly to face him.

"Hi."

He stands before me, and looks down at my wooden floor. His eyes not lifting to look me in the eyes.The pain I caused him is very evident and it tears me apart.

"Timmy.I'm sorry about the other day and about how hard all of this is.I want you to know that it hurts me to hurt you. I wish things were easier. More than you know." Timothée finally lifts his head to look at me with sadness in his green eyes.

"I really don't want to talk about this. I already drove myself up the wall thinking about it. " He mutters before continuing, his voice dull and distant." I'll just say this. I saw Jacob do what I always dreamed of doing with you. To be able to claim you in front of everyone. Have them know your mine. But instead..he got to feel the satisfaction of that and I just stood back and watched." His gaze grew distant with the last word.

I find myself falling to pieces trying to find the right thing to say. I can't seem to put into a sentence how dreadful I feel.I purse my lips,unable to speak because of the lump that's grown in my throat.

"Look, I didn't come here to talk about this shit okay?" he says.

I nod slowly confused,looking down at my bedspread.

"I'm going to Aunt Margaret's house for the weekend. She's hosting a charity for kids with special needs and asked me to come help her out. I want you to come with me." He blows his cheeks out,his heavy breath trying to steady him.

Aunt Margaret is Tom's sister. She is an elegant and lovely woman. Full of class and kindness. Complete opposite of her brother Tom. She is also unmarried and has no kids so she's always held Timothée close to her heart, him being her only nephew and all.

"Yeah, I want to come." I sit up, straightening myself.

"Good. You know she loves you and I..think it will be good for us to get away for a little while. Just us 2." His muscles stiffen.

"Agreed. Uhm, when do we leave?"

"Tomorrow. 10 am."

"Oh.." I trail off in thought.

"What?" He questions while he crosses his arms.

"Nothing. It's just..Jacob planned some thing in the morn-

"Cancel it." He cuts me off, his nails digging into his crossed arms.

"Consider it cancelled." I blink in compliance.