Don't Speak The Truth

Chapter 8

.•°•.•☆Leo

God, this was a damn disaster. I hate this day. But also love it at the same time. Yeah... the bathroom scene.. something nice to remember since... you know... he has the things for the funsies. But oh well...
Nathan just from the time that he had ditched me by lunch time, never texted me anything again. Even after I had spammed him with both text messages and phone calls. I have no idea what that guy was and is up to right now but it is fucking with me. It is simply driving me nuts to not have him answer me. And look to what it led me to. I had a damn panic attack and well... kinda cut myself again. Like I don't even know how that happened in the first place. It's like a black void that suddenly filled my mind and the next thing I knew, was Elias standing before me, all panicked. I don't know what I will do once I come home. No, what I will do to HIM.
But then again, it was kind of worth it as I got to see Elias' new reaction. The whole panicked and ready to help expression. Dude's expressionless, I swear. And then he barges into my restroom stall like a damn hero (okay, that's a bit over exaggerated but still), kneels down like a prince (still over exaggerated) and then tries to stop the bleeding— which, WHICH BTW, was only a little bit. I wasn't bleeding a river (underestimated). But ohoho... guy lands with his dick in my face. That was hot. Well till Leonora decided to tease us about that all the time. Ugh.. And talking about Leonora, I think I am still not over them. I keep getting the beejes whenever I see them. And then the whole disgusting jealousy that takes me over whenever they talk about their lover. Hah... time to move on, Leo. They are taken. Like, really taken, they are engaged after all.

"Thats just sad..." I mumbled to myself whole drumming my hands down against the engine of my bike. The light was red and I was bored.
    "I swear, what is wrong with me? I keep getting attached to people I can't get. Fuck love. Love one-night-stands instead." I started my bike right after seeing the light flickering green, speeding down the empty streets. At least this is what calmed me down. Recklessly speeding down the roads. Was it safe? Hall nah. Did I give a fuck? Absolutely—.. not.
     It took me few good damn minutes till I finally arrived at the apartment that I shared with Nathan. And I still don't know why exactly we still share one. We actually had decided to live together after graduating high school and we turned 18. I got kicked out of the orphanage and Nathan decided to go with me from his house. It would save us money or something. That's what he said. And here we are at 22, still unemployed— okay that's a lie, we have part-time-jobs but we still also have college so... life is hard.
    But at least... it's Nathan that got us this apartment. And Nathan getting us an apartment = a really good one with the best rich quality. Seriously, having a rich best friend is the best thing out here in this life.

    "Ow!" I hissed out as I reached my hand out in order to type in the code to our apartment front door after taking the elevator to the 7th floor. Fuck, I forgot about the cut. I took a look down upon my left wrist, noticing that the fresh cut opened a little after my jacket slid over it from the stretching. Jesus that hurt. And it was ugly. Ew. Why did I do that?? My other scars were perfectly heal—
   The sound of the front door cracking open was suddenly heard and my head snapped up to see what was going on. Oh and look at that, Cinderella got found. Nathan was at home the whole time— that asshole. Though... he kind of looked like a—
    "You look like a mess" "You look like shit." We said at the same time; Nathan's tone rather hoarse in the process before his eyes darted down towards my stretched out wrist that I was checking. Well fuck—
      "Are you nuts?? Why this time??" He said panicked as he reached his hand out to pull me inside the apartment. Something was up. And even a blind person like me knew it.
      "Were you crying?" I asked, ignoring how he dragged me along our apartment right into the kitchen where our first-aid-kit was. I think I scared the shit out of him again... well oops.
      "Why did you cut yourself this time?" Nathan's words were shaky and hoarse still, leaving me confused over why exactly that was. Well of course I knew why he was panicking but I didn't know why he looked like shit. His skilled hands patched up my little not so little cut over my left wrist. And god my mind was somewhere else right now. I wasn't listening to what he was saying at all as I kept staring at his puffy eyes. That's a first.
     "You WERE crying. Dude. That— last time I saw you cry was—... well you know. Bridge and all. Did someone die?" I blurred out without thinking, completely ignoring his questions.
      "Answer me." He insisted harshly. "No, you answer me first." I insisted harshly as well. That's what you get for two stubborn dudes fighting. Okay, no, we should stop this before it ends like in the very early morning. We wouldn't want that to happen again, now would we?