What Do You Mean?

Chapter Four

Justin offered to take me home after breakfast, and I accepted. I no longer cared about him knowing where I lived. If he was some psycho he would've taken the opportunity last night to do whatever to me. Or maybe he wouldn't have. Oh well though.

As we pulled up to my apartments, he asked, "Do you want me to wait down here for a few minutes? Just in case something goes wrong?"

I thought for a second about all of the things that could go wrong. Of course, I didn't think Nathan would hit me, I mean he never had before. He'd probably yell at me until I told him the truth. And I wasn't sure what would happen after that.

"Uh, yeah. Sure. I'll text you if everything's okay," I said shyly as he got out of the car. He walked over to my side and gave me another hug.

"I'm really sorry, again. If you need anything just let me know."

I smiled softly and made my way into the building.

On the way up my heart was beating and my ears were hot. There was a knot in my stomach that wasn't going away.

Before I could even put the key in the door, it swung open with a not so happy looking Nathan. He had a frown on his face and if looks could kill, he would've been charged with murder.

"I have one question, and one question only. Where in the absolute fuck were you last night?"

I tried to keep my whole Ashley story straight.

"I was with Ash--"

He cut me off abruptly, "And don't give me the whole Ashley bullshit. I called her, and said she had no idea where you were. So don't try to lie to me. Where the hell were you?!" His voice pounded in my chest and I could already feel the tears welling in my eyes. I decided it was best to just tell him the truth.

"I-I went to a party with a friend." I tried my hardest to not stutter.

"Oh? And who exactly was that friend?" He snarled.

"His name is--"

This time, his voice amplified throughout the entire house.

"HIS?!"

Before I could say anything he was in my face, screaming all kinds of insults at me. I had never seen him act this way. I realized shortly after he started yelling that his breath reeked of alcohol. He was drunk.

"N-Nathan, look, you're drunk, why don't I take you home and we can talk about this tomorrow?" I tried to reason with him. But he wasn't having it.

"What'd you do?! Did you sleep with some random guy? Did you slut around and give head to the first guy who looked at you?! Huh? Tell me! Did you and the guy who took you have a quick fuck in the back of his probably shitty car? Did you--"

Using all of the courage I had left, I cut him off. I mustered up the loudest voice I could.

"ENOUGH!"

Even I was shocked by the power behind my voice.

He stopped yelling immediately and started walking towards me. My heart dropped into my throat as he got closer.

Justin

I sat in my car waiting for what seemed like forever. All I needed was a quick text saying she was okay. I would have left her alone after that, despite my developing crush on her. I should have never even asked to take her to that party. I might have just ruined her whole relationship with her boyfriend, who seemed like a complete prick.

The minutes went by, and the anxiousness was eating at me. I couldn't wait any longer. Against my better judgment, I got out of the car and started walking towards the building. I knew she lived on the second floor because she was complaining about walking up two flights of steps before we got here. I don't know what I planned to do when I got up there but I'd cross that bridge when it came time to cross it.

I walked up the steps and I could hear a man's voice booming through the hallway. It could have been anyone, so I don't know why I assumed it was her boyfriend's, but I did. I walked to the third door on the left and stuck my ear up to it. I could hear him basically calling her a slut and insulting my car, for a reason I didn't know.

She screamed very loudly, telling him to stop and then it all went quiet. I had the worst gut feeling, and without thinking I twisted the handle that was luckily unlocked and stormed in.

I was just in time to see him cornering her and holding her wrist, which prevented her from getting away. My blood started to boil.

I'm not sure if he heard me come in because he started again with the name calling.

Bitch. Whore. Liar. Cheater.

All of those names spewed from his mouth, and I could practically see her heart breaking from the pain in her eyes.

She was trying to get away but he wasn't letting her. He had a violent hold on her arm, and was getting closer by the second. If I didn't step in, I wasn't sure what would've happened.

"Let go of her fucking arm, and leave." I used my strongest, most intimidating voice.

His head shot around and he eyed me up and down a few times.

"Just who in the hell are you?" He drunkenly slurred.

"I'm Justin. But that doesn't matter, Nathan. All that matters is that you let Luna go. Because if not, you and I are gonna have a serious fucking problem," I spat. Luna's face washed in relief.

"Oh. So this is the bastard you cheated on me with? For god's sake, Luna. If you're gonna cheat, don't cheat with some little bitch like that."

Before he could utter another syllable, my fist collided with his jaw, knocking him off of his feet and causing him to crash onto the coffee table.

Luna backed behind the couch, with a look that showed she wasn't really sure who to be going for. I understood that, though. I just felt so bad for her. From what little I'd heard she seemed in love with that asshole, and he turned out to be awful.

I had his arms pinned down with my knees, and I was punching him in the face wherever I could connect with. After five or six punches I heard Luna's small voice pipe up, telling me to please stop. And even though I wanted to hurt him a lot more, I did, just for her.

Nathan laid there with blood trickling from his nose and gushing from his mouth. I guess the alcohol kept him from realizing what had just happened. He stood up and menacingly looked at Luna.

"We're done. And it doesn't matter honestly. You can keep your little prick. You were shit in bed anyways. Oh, and I fucked Sabrina last night. Had to get off somehow," he chuckled as he stumbled out of the door.

Tears ran down Luna's face as he slammed the door behind him. My heart ached for her.

I didn't know what I should do, so I just did what seemed best. I led her gently to the couch to sit down and covered her with a blanket that was folded on top of it. Quickly, I cleaned up the coffee table mess and switched on the TV. She just sat there looking down at her thumbs, probably confused as to what was going on. I was too, really.

I ordered an extra large pizza to her place and then sat down beside her with my arm around her shoulder. Maybe it wasn't the right time, but I wanted to comfort her in some way. There weren't many words exchanged, other than her thanking me numerous times for everything, even though she should be blaming me for half of it.

The rest of the night was spent eating and watching cartoons, while I cuddled her and held her, hoping it would soothe her shattered heart. It was all my fault though. And this wasn't even like me. I've messed around with a few girls who ended up having boyfriends in the past. I didn't give one fuck about ruining the relationship. But I was sorry for hurting her. I was sorry that her boyfriend turned out to be one of the biggest douchebags in the history of douchebags. Something was weird about how I felt towards her.

It didn't matter, though. Because I knew that no matter what I did, nothing could change my feelings.