Love me After (Book 1 of Strangers)

Chapter 44 - I'm really selfish

Brent and I both stared at one another. No words slipping from either of our mouths as the world seemed to just stop moving.

How long had he been standing there? Did he see everything? Fuck, of course he did. But how come I couldn't move or say anything to him? I felt frozen in place, wanting to say something, but nothing came out of my mouth. I couldn't even read Brent's expression.

We both stared at one another for almost forever before he suddenly shifted his gaze and stepped back. "I'll... Go. Sorry" He muttered before walking off.

I shook my head, panic filling me as I watched him walk off. It was like I was finally able to move and I quickly rushed after him. He was walking really fast, and it was hard to grab his hand. It didn't even seem like he would answer me if I call.

I soon got close enough and grabbed him by the wrist, which promoted him to stop in his tracks.

"B-brent, wait. Let me explain. I-i was—"

"You were what?" He suddenly snapped at me, finally turning to look at me, but the look it his eyes made me shudder. "Gonna tell me? When, Lews?"

"Today! Now! Just believe me, Brent" I say, trying not to stumble upon my words.

"When are you going to stop lying to me?" He question, furrowing his brows.

"I'm not lying! I swear! Brent, let me just explain to you" I pleaded, stepping closer to him, but he stepped back from me as if I were some stranger to him. Why...? Why was he doing that?

"No, Lewis. How long are you going to keep hiding things from me? We said we'll tell each other everything when we're at our lowest, so we can be there for one another. It doesn't have to be everything, but I just want to be know, to be there" He explained, his gaze shifting away from mine to the ground. "Or am I just supposed to be your shoulder to cry on when things don't work out for you—"

"No! O-of course not. You're my best friend, Brent!"

"Well it doesn't seem that way anymore. Ever since you started doing... God knows with Weston, it feels as though you're hiding things from me. It hurts, Lews" I parted my lips, trying to say something to him, but nothing wanted to escape my lips. Because, everything he was saying was true. "I'm sorry, Lews. But I'm not ready to talk to you right now"

"B-brent... Please..." My voice came out shaky as I felt his hand slowly slip away from mine. No, no, no, no.

"Brent, stop!" I turned my head and watched as Weston began walking towards Brent. Turning back to Brent, I could see his blue eyes narrow at Weston. "It's not Lewis fault. He didn't mean to, so don't be fucking mad at him"

Brent scoffed. "I know, cause it's fucking your fault. You couldn't just keep toying with Isabel and the rest of your fuck-buddies-"

"I'm not toying with Lewis—"

"Fuck yeah you're not. I'm sure you were hysteric when you found out Lewis cried his eyes out because of you stupid ass. Just say it, you're just doing this for the fun of it. So you and all your fuck-buddies can have something to laugh about" Brent's words made me part my lips, but could I really blame him for thinking so when I've thought of the same thing multiple times?

Weston clenched his jaw, his eyes darkening as he stared at Brent. It seemed as though they would pounce on one another any moment from now.

"Brent, just let me explain. It's not like that, I swear"

"No, it's exactly like that. Once he's done using you, he's going to throw you away just like he does. You're no different than a hole for him to fill" Brent scowled.