Love, Romance And A Boy (bxb)

Part Seven

Part Seven

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The sight of blood on my hands makes me dizzy and nauseous, something Scott realizes only when I collapse onto the ground.

He laughs until he sees my serious expression and curses, "oh shit, you're being serious."

Right after the accident, the clouds evaporate, and the sun reappears. I can only focus on the beautiful leaves on the trees, sunlight creeping through and giving the environment life. For the first time, I notice birds communicating with each other.

The sound of footsteps reaches my ears as Scott bends down, cautiously lifting my head. "Hey squirrel," he says with a small smile. "We gotta find help. Come on, get up."

I open my mouth to say something when I feel cold water splashed onto my face. I cough, and Scott tilts me onto my side as the contents of my stomach come up.

"Don't worry," he says, patting my back repeatedly. "Let it out. It's good to let it all out."

Afterward, I feel so much better. I turn my head to look into Scott's brown eyes. "Thank you," I say sincerely. "Do you mind wiping the blood from my hand? I don't want to see it."

Scott chuckles. "Yeah, I already took care of that," he replies, scratching the back of his head. "Come on."

He takes my hand and helps me to my feet. Glancing around, I see trees all around us. Shit.

"You okay?" he asks, dabbing his wet hand across my forehead and cheeks. "You look like you might have another episode."

I glare at him. "Can you not call it an episode?" I ask, rolling my eyes. "I'm just... I don't like seeing blood. It makes me feel some type of way, okay?"

Scott raises an eyebrow at me. "But you have blood in your body," he says. "It doesn't make any sense."

Do I really have to explain myself to him? Throwing my hands up in the air, I start walking toward the road. "Are you coming?" I call back in frustration.

A shit-eating grin spreads across his lips. "Oh yeah, I'm coming alright," he says in a deep voice. "Let me just get my hoodie, then we can go."

I grimace and roll my eyes as I start to walk again. Scott runs over to the car and retrieves his blue hoodie. It's my favorite piece of his clothing, but he doesn't need to know that.

"Don't you think we should walk back the way we came?" he asks, causing me to stop in my tracks.

Turning around, I find him looking at me so intensely I think my head might explode. "And get lost?" I ask, rolling my eyes.

"We're already lost," he deadpans, staring at me. "How much more can we get lost?"

"You know what I meant," I say, already feeling tired. "If we walk back, there's no way we're going to make it. We took so many turns, I don't even know the way back!" I exclaim in a state of panic. "Besides, we might find someone down the road or something."

"Or something?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "Do you think there are animals around here? Wolves, maybe?"

I shake my head. "If there were any wolves, we'd be dead by now," I reply, feeling sure of that fact. "They can smell blood from a distance."

"Mhmm," he hums distractedly. "I suppose you're right."

With a roll of my eyes, we start walking again. Ahead of us is a long road lined with trees, giving it a surprisingly beautiful view.

I'm still scared, though.

It's quiet, almost deafening. Birds chirp in the trees, their cheerful sounds a stark contrast to our predicament. The sun blazes down, but the trees offer some merciful shade.

There's no life here—well, except for the birds—and it scares the shit out of me. No cars, no water, no help in sight. I hate walking, but it's not like I have a choice right now.

I open my mouth to say something when a loud boom echoes in my ears. I duck and cover my ears as they start to ring.

Clutching them tightly, trying to shake off the pain, I remove my hands and turn around. Scott shakes his head and turns too.

"Jesus," Scott curses, watching as the car erupts into flames. "Lucky we made it out alive."

He's right. At least we escaped in time.

I groan and run my hands down my face. "We're as good as dead—'we'll be fine,' you said. 'Don't worry about it,' you said—look where you got us!" I shout at him. "In the middle of nowhere! Are you happy now?"

Scott whirls around, glaring at me. "You're the one talking!" he shouts back. "Let's not blame each other because clearly, we're both at fault. But some people can't admit that."

I fold my arms over my chest. "Stop throwing shade, that's so last year." Pointing a finger at him, I add, "you were the one driving. I'm innocent here. It's all on the man behind the wheel."

He tilts his head, nostrils flaring, and sighs. "Fine. Blame me, that's what you always do, right?" he says, stepping closer. "Because you can't accept the facts." His tone is sharp, bristling with anger.

I raise an eyebrow. "And you can?" I ask. "You're so conceited you can't see your own faults."

I don't mean for it to sound so harsh, but it does. He has a habit of making decisions without thinking because of his huge ego.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asks, a bit calmer now.

"You're the smarty, figure it out," I snap as he stands in front of me. "Stage one is denial, right? That's what you always say."

"Hey," he says, pointing at me. "You can't just blame this on me. This is both our fault! We made a split-second decision, and it went south. These things happen. Get over it."

"Get over it?" I scoff. "Seriously? What are you, six? Just... stop talking before I actually do something I might regret."

"Oh yeah?" he challenges, stepping into my personal space. My breath catches when our chests touch. "I dare you. You're all talk, no action."

Is he serious?

"You know what?" I throw my hands up and step back, pursing my lips. "I'm not going to waste time on irrelevant people."

He opens his mouth, but no words come out.

I just stare back with equal intensity. Turning on my heel, I start walking again, not bothering to see if he's following.

The sun isn't helping me think. Maybe he's having problems in his relationship and taking it out on me. Groaning out loud, I kick a small stone on the side of the road, sending it skittering away.

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A/N:

thoughts?