Unexpected

Chapter 20

Two weeks later

Living with justin has its ups and downs. He's bipolar as hell, Nosey as hell and really mean. I can't text anyone without him looking over my shoulder. I can't say anything without him getting mad and yelling. Then he switches up and apologize. I usually shrug him off and sleep in his guest room. That's where I've been sleeping for the past week.

I'm so tired of his mood swings, complaining and trying to touch me. Not like sexually, but kissing and grabbing. We haven't really said many words to each other. I'm always in that room or come back right before it gets dark.

I've been hanging out with Dre a lot. He's the only one that listens to me and tries to help me out. Like two days ago I was so angry and then he came over. He handled business with Justin's then took me to play basketball as we talked about my problems.

He's the nice one.

With it being close to the end of senior year, all the teachers were talking about senior projects, making sure we have all our credits and are grades are up. Blah blah blah.

I didn't sit and wait for the teacher to finish her sentence. I left the room before the first ding finished from the bell. I acted as if Justin didn't exist when I grabbed my things from my locker. He usually doesn't go to his locker, but since we haven't been talking he's here an awful lot.

Making my way outside I spot Justin talking with Johnson. He's usually on the other end of the school, so I'm sure I won't be getting away from him today. I squeeze my eyes shut; hoping to make myself invisible. I was feeling as if I was going to succeed, but that feeling left once I felt the tug on my arm. My shoulders slouched and I opened my eyes.

"Where are you going?" He was looking at his phone, texting away. I ignore him, trying to pull my arm from his tight grip. He doesn't budge... Not even a little. Placing his phone inside his pocket he looked me in my ugly brown eyes. "Why do you keep avoiding me?". He rose one of those thick eyebrows of his, in curiosity.

"Because you're an impulsive brute" I spat, snatching my arm free. That ticked him off. He grabbed my arm pulling me to his car. I cross my arms like a mad child and wait for his ass to get in the car. When he climbs in he stares at me for a second then starts the car, driving off.

"You're the first" he mumbled as we made a stop at a red light. "What do you mean?" I pull my seatbelt on, since I was acting like a baby when we first got in."I mean you're the first.... You're the first girl to ever fucking yell at me, hit me, tease me and not let me fuck you" He took a quick look at me. "I want to hit you for that shit but something always makes me stop... I dont get it, what is wrong with you?" He sped of as soon as the light turns green.

"What do you mean, what's wrong with me?" I turn my body so I'm facing him a little. "Why are you so fucking nice, why do you put up with my shit, why don't you get scared when I yell and get In your face?" I dont know if his chest is heaving because he's angry or because he said all that in one breath.

"Because of the way I grew up, I've learned not to be a coward, scary bitch. I'm nice because I was taught to treat others the way you want to be treated. I put up with your shit not only because you let me stay with you but also because I see how you act when you're alone or with me when we're not arguing.... You're misunderstood" I say as calm as possible.

Pulling into his garage, he quickly shuts off his car and heads inside. I take a deep breath, praying we dont get into another argument. I walk inside the house, hearing nothing but the sound of breaking dishes. Swiftly walking into the kitchen I'm met with a very enraged Justin. "Hey justin... What are you doing?" I stay back, making sure not to push any buttons so he wouldn't attack me.