A Better Mike | Perrentes

{Chapter 14}

January 16th 2015, 11:24pm.]
|Location: San Diego, California|

{Perspective: Tony Perry}

Why was he here? Why did I even let him into my house?

"How's your time off?" He asked, taking a seat on my couch and looking up at my Star Wars movie. I just scoff at him and sit the furthest I could from him. "Why are you sitting all the way over there?" He purred with a wicked smirk.

"I don't know, maybe the fact a psychotic asshole is in my house." I shot him a glare. If I could cross my arms without hurting myself, I would be. He took it as a joke when he started making his way over to me; Leaving the pizza where he was sitting, I watched as he made his way to me. Our thighs were now touching and that's when I felt like I had enough. "Mike, get the fuck away from me." I spoke in a hushed voice.

He chuckled. "You know you love it." He smirked and that's when I stood up, walking to the front of the room and turning to stare at him.

"No, I don't! You've already said you don't like me! So why are you here?" I question angrily. He looked up at me about to speak when his phone started ringing. He pulled the cell phone out of his skinny jeans and looked at the contact.

"I um...have to get this." He mumbled and avoided eye contact with me.

"Yeah, whatever." I flick my hand in the air, motioning him to leave and he did. He went out into my hallway and spoke to the unknown human being.

He walked back in with his head hung low, then looked up at me. "I better be getting back to Alysha. Sorry, I still-"

I cut him off quickly, "Yeah, I get it Mike. You don't like me, you don't have to repeat it twice." I spoke softly with tears welling up in my eyes. I kept my eye contact to the floor, too scared to look at him. I wasn't going to cry in front of him.

"Enjoy the pizza." He said. "Bye." He whispered before he walked in front of me. "Can I get a hug?" He asked. I shook my head no quickly. Even if I did want to hug him, he still hurt me and I wouldn't forget that. I heard a sigh escape his lips before he mumbled, "I see why you're alone." My head snapped up and tears started falling as we made eye contact.

"I'm alone because I thought no one was better than you! I thought we could have had something!" I angrily wiped my tears away. "Get the fuck out of my house!" I screamed. "I don't want to see you! I don't want to be apart of anything you do! I'm only joining the band back ever, for Jaime!" I shouted, pushing his body near the door and grabbing the pizza. "And take your damn pizza! It reeks of you." I spit then slammed my door shut.

I slid down the door and curled up into a ball letting my tears and sobs escape my lips.

Am I meant to be alone?