Because

Chapter Two

Previously

Derek's POV

Glaring, Gemma snapped, "Well, because of you, I lost my job, and I lost the only money I would have for the entire week to pay my bills and to feed Xavier and myself. Are you happy?" She clenched her fist and stood then. The tears were rapidly falling down her face. "I won't even be able to afford my apartment. They are going to kick me out. My rent is three weeks late. They already gave me a notice. I will be out by the weekend. I have no one to turn to besides my mum," she whispered, breaking down then.

I was at a loss for words. This was all my fault? Had I really caused this much trouble? My mind raised, and the word vomit occurred. "Move in with me."

Gemma's POV

Had I heard this guy right? Ever since I had laid eyes on him, he had been nothing but rude to me. Now he was asking that I move in with him? I must be dreaming, yet I knew very well that I was not dreaming. This was real life. When life hands you a place to stay, you are supposed to accept it. But I cannot accept.

"No."

"Great, we can get you moved in by Tuesd- wait did you say no?" Derek asked. A bewildered expression slipped onto his face.

"Yes."

"So, yes you will move in with me. Or yes, you said no?"

I was on the verge of strangling this guy. "Yes, I said no," I muttered, gritting my teeth together. "I am sorry, Derek. But I would rather move in with my mother than move in with you."

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"Gemma? What are you doing here?" my mum asked as she opened the door. She had a shocked expression plastered on her face.

I shifted Xavier in my arms. "I need a place to stay. Just for a little while," I pleaded. She stepped aside without another word. I made my way to my old room and opened it up. After I had moved out, Rylie had taken my place. Now, however, it was almost empty again. Rylie was supposed to come by to collect her things the following morning.

Dropping my luggage on the floor, I plopped down on my old bed and set up Xavier's crib as he crawled around on the floor beside me.

"What are we going to do, X?" I asked him, but he just stared right back at me with his big eyes. He resembled Will so much. I felt the same familiar ache I always felt when I thought of Will. Maybe this was why I couldn't trust guys. Every time that I turned around, I was hurt again. I had just finished up the crib when Harry poked his head in.

"Hey, Gemma," Harry greeted me, opening his arms up to me. I gratefully ran into them and held in a tight hug. "I am sorry about last night. I should have told somebody. Mum called you about it, didn't she?" he asked as he pulled away from me.

Nodding, I answer with, "She called and told me that you weren't answering your phone and that you and Rylie got into a fight. I only assumed the worst. Why were you with that dreadful guy?"

Harry dipped his head and held my hands tightly in his. "I passed out on him. He was trying to help me out, G," he answered with a sheepish smile. I guess  I was a little bit too quick to judge him, but it didn't change the fact that he was so hateful to me.

"I should be getting Xavier and myself to bed. I have to go shopping for a job tomorrow," I whispered as I picked up my son.

Harry arched a brow, but he didn't question it, which I was grateful for. "Goodnight, Gemma," he said as he walked out and headed off to his bedroom.

I carefully put Xavier to bed and set the music he listened to on low. Afterwards, I crawl into bed. I was still in my clothes from work, but I could careless. I was just too exhausted at this point to even care. I was out like a light.