Forbidden Fruit •Timothee Chalamet (Stepbrother)

26.I'm Yours

The drive home feels terrifying. Timothee is driving like a maniac.

The speed he's going is making my already pounding heart pound faster..until I can feel it my heart beat through my chest.

"Slow down." I gasp.

"Did he touch you? Where did he touch you?" He rambles the questions like it's eating him alive, as he fidgets in the drivers seat.

I don't say a word, because he's not in a good state of mind and I'm afraid of how he will react.

"God DAMN IT, Amelia! Give me a response before I drive myself crazy." He begs, and his hands tremble on the steering wheel with anticipation and pure anger.

"We ate pizza, we talked, and we slept since you need a play by play. Now slow the fuck down!" I yell at him, my heart stumbling over its own rhythm.

"You slept in bed together?" His voice cracks, as he snaps his head in my direction.

"Yes."

"D-Did he he hold you?" He stammers,his breathing coming in ragged huffs.

"I guess." I sigh.

"What do you mean, you guess? He either DID or he DIDN'T?"He shouts,shooting me a piercing stare.

"You know what's funny? You hurt me! You lied to me! And somehow I'm here explaining myself. I have a couple questions for you too Mr.double life! How long have you been doing drugs? What else are you keeping from me? Do I even know you at all anymore?" My stomach clenches as I scream to him in frustration.

"How could you even ask me that? YOU'RE THE ONLY PERSON on this EARTH who really knows me!" His voice booms in my ears, like thunder.

"Really? Cause it doesn't feel like that anymore!" My fist hammers on the side of the door.

"Did he kiss you?" His knuckles grip the steering wheel, straining against the pressure.

"Yeah." I shortly respond,before looking out the window and the cars we're passing are just a blur because of the fast speed of Timothée's driving.

When we reach a stoplight,I see Timothée grab his hair in his hands and tug at it in despair.My revelation didn't seem to sit well with him,as expected.

"Jacob and I have kissed before..you know that..so whats the big deal this time?" I ask him, hesitantly.

"No! It's very different Amelia! This time you guys were alone,in his bed.. and you were in his clothes!" He says through enraged panting.

I think whatever drugs he is on at the moment may be exaggerating the situation further, causing him to feel all of this more strongly.

"You're unbelievable! If you think I feel bad Timothée? I don't! You aren't going to manipulate me and deflect from the bigger issues!"

"Yes let's talk about the issue shall we? You're mad at me and within a few hours you jump in bed with another man!" His words tinged with menace.

"Go fuck yourself! You've fucked half the city while I was in Paris and one those girls was my BEST FRIEND!" I spat out.

The air crackles with the electricity from our heated argument, and Timothée is obviously triggered by what I just said.

"Ever since we were kids Mia!..You've always been so selfish and wrapped up into yourself. You've ALWAYS been a fucking bitch!" He screams at me in spite.