Why Do You Care About Me? - A Reese Wilkerson Fanfiction

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Hi everyone! I'm back and i'll be posting regular chapters again!! Sorry i was away for so long lol. Anyway enjoy this chapter and this amazing song that isnt from the 2000s but is soo good and it fits so yeah. Also thank you all for 2.5K reads thats soo cool! love yall enjoy this chapterr <3

"Reese?" Georgia came up to me outside, right after the bell rang.

"Hi Georgia!" I grinned from ear to ear. "I missed you."

"Stooop!" She nudged me with her elbow, going bright red, as we started walking. "Listen... I need to ask you something." She sighed after a few minutes of silence.

"Yeah?" I braced myself.

 She took a really deep breath.

"Who... i-is Cynthia and... and what happened between you two?" All of a sudden was barely keeping her anger under control. She looked up at me. It felt like she was burning into my skin with her scalding hot eyes. 

"-I... Who told you?" It sounded so bad. Unforgivable. I should have gotten rid of myself a long time ago. 

"Malcolm." That little shit.

"Okay... I- I..."

"I'm listening!" She looked kinda insane right now. We both stopped in our tracks on the side walk. A few heads turned in our direction in disapproval of the racket. I didn't really want to explain myself right now, in the middle of the street, to be completely honest.

"Right. Can you calm down a little though?" I pleaded, embarrassed. 

"Fucking go on then." She was not having it.

"I don't know what I was thinking." I croaked. I'm a terrible person. She watched me with those (as always, huge) "you've got to be fucking kidding me, I know you do" eyes. We'd gotten really good at reading each other. I really didn't know what to tell her.

"Are you going to fucking tell me?" She was still raging, but it was nothing compared to earlier.

"I-I was stupid. And I wanted to annoy Malcolm..." 

"I know that's not true." She almost laughed, still raging. 

"YES IT FUCKING IS! EVER SINCE I'VE BEEN A KID I'VE HAD IT BANGED INTO MY HEAD THAT I'M FUCKING STUPID AND I'LL NEVER GET ANYWHERE IN LIFE! YOU KNOW HOW THAT FUCKING FEELS?" I lost it. " AND I DID IT BECAUSE I HAD NOTHING BETTER TO DO WITH MY LIFE AND I WAS LONELY AS FUCK. SO I TOLD MALCOLM THAT, BUT IT WAS NOTHING MORE THAN A FUCKING LIE. YEAH GO CALL ME FUCKING RETARDED FOR FORGETTING HER NAME, BUT IT'S JUST KINDA WHAT HAPPENS SOMETIMES IN ONE ON ONE INTERACTIONS! ARE YOU FUCKING HAPPY NOW??" I didn't even realise tears were streaming down my face until now. Fucking pathetic. We were getting dirty looks from everyone on the street, but I didnt even care anymore. "I'm sorry. Sorry for everything. Sorry for yelling, sorry for doing what I did, sorry for being a fucking shit person." I muttered as wiped my cheeks dry. I glanced at her, noticing the fire in her eyes slowly burning out and her face softening, then looked away again, ashamed.

She hugged me. Really fucking tight. 

"You're definitely not a shit person." She whispered.

"I am... Or maybe I just pretend to be."

"How?" She let go of me to get a better look at my face, frowning.

 "Cause you know... when- you put on this really fucking scary persona no one dares to approach because you don't want people to hurt you and shit?"

"Yeah." There were tears in her eyes. "I-I actually do the exact same thing when I'm at school." She smiled sadly.

"I've always pretended like that. I was the biggest bully for years. I'd just always wanted people to like, re-respect me."

"Aww Reese." She pouted, tears spilling out her eyes.

We were sound again.

Later we hung out at our lake for hours, basking in the warm afternoon sun. It was like 95 degrees. Georgia even managed to steal her brothers mini radio so we could listen to  music. I was so fucking happy it was almost summer.

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"Malcolm." I said as calmly as I could as I lay on my bed and he did his homework that evening.

"Mh?" He asked dryly.

"Why'd you tell Georgia that?" I asked, sitting up.

"Eh?" He muttered, not looking up.

"Why'd you tell Georgia about what happened with Cynthia?" 

He stopped what he was doing and spun around in his chair.

"Because I know you're up to something." He spat, making me feel stupid for even asking. "I don't want you to hurt Georgia like you hurt Cynthia."

"You're just fucking jealous. That's it, isn't it?"

"What? No! I just know you're a cunt!" I wanted to charge at him. Beat that non-chalantness out of him. But I knew he was right. I was a cunt.

"I'm not though. Why do you always think that I'm the worst person in the world?" I almost shouted, pissed.

"Because, you've done a ton of things to make me think you're one." He shrugged, smirking. 

I take it back. He's not right. Its because of him and people like him that I fucking hate myself. He was fucking dead meat.

I threw myself at him, and it wasn't long before mom came in.

The damage was enough for mom to spend the last week before the summer holidays grounded. Fucking great.