Get To Know You

GTKY Chapter 40

Laine's POV

Voices.

"GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE, WILL. NO ONE NEEDS YOUR EXPLANATION!"

Screams. Anger. Tension.

"It's her I wanna talk to, not you! Please!"

That's what woke me up.

"AFTER EVERYTHING THAT YOU DID? NO WAY. JUST GET OUT."

Annoyed, I looked at the digital clock on my bedside table. It read 8:32. I hopped out of bed and went out of my room, shutting the door hard behind me.

I stomped my way downstairs, and you could tell that a very unwelcoming scene started my morning. A boy, whom I intensely know by heart, is being yelled at by my best friend.

The boy's eyes met mine, and it flashed a dark shade of guilt. Which was pretty obvious, by the way.

Cassidy seemed to notice this boy's sight lingering somewhere behind her, and so she turned around. "Laine, I'll handle this, get back to your room."

"Cass, what does that boy want?" I asked her, purposely doing that as if Will's not in front of me. "He wants to talk to you," she said.

"Well... Tell him he can't find someone to make out with from me. He should try asking my boyfriend."

"Laine, please!" Will attempted to come near me, but Cass blocked his way. "Not another step, mister."

"I know I'm wrong, but please, please, Laine. Talk to me. Please, don't push me away, please."

I tried looking straight in his eyes to show him that I don't care, but we both know that I do. I ended up looking away, because the moment he begs one more time, I might not be able to control myself. I might just run to him and hug him tight.

And slap him and kick him and stab him with a knife.

"I'm going back to bed." I turned around and started going up the stairs again. "Wait... Please, Laine."

A warm and shaking hand grabbed mine, and it was pretty obvious that it was the same hand that used to hold mine just days ago.

A weird but familiar feeling rushed through my entire system as I shivered at the direct contact. It was hard not to instantly turn around, and bury my face in his chest while bawling my eyes out and say that I forgive him, and that I love him and I'll keep on believing that everything's fine as long as he's with me.

The love I feel for him and the hate I feel for myself are kind of in a direct proportion kind of relationship, in physics language. The more I crave to just hug him and say everything's okay with me, the more I despise myself for not being able to let him suffer.

I just want to be selfish, for once.

It's as if the world stopped revolving. It's as if I pressed B while Combusken attempts to evolve. It's as if I unplugged a certain machine.

It's like time slowed down... To a stop.

"Will, let go. I'm going back to bed." I said without turning to look at him. He sniffed a couple of times, and at that moment, my heart broke even more. To know that he's crying is the last thing I need today. And guess what? It wasn't the best knowledge at all.

"Not until you talk to me." His voice broke, sending a large lump on my throat, for the fourth time in three days.

"We're already talking." I took my hand away from his, turning to his direction but avoiding my gaze from his. At least I know how to be decent enough in talking.