Only in London

Chapter 36: He's Going To Be Okay

Chapter 36: He's Going To Be Okay

New chapter in the same week?! :O Enjoy x. 

Shane's POV

"So," I looked up at Ron as I said the single word, not knowing how to begin sorting out the mess in my head. There was a pause as Ron looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to continue.

"Well you wanted to talk to me, so what is it man?" Ron asked, staring at me weirdly. I mean I would have been weirded out too if I was in his position since I did not know what the hell was going on.

"I..."

Why couldn't I bloody speak?

"You know, you're starting to freak me out." Ron said, as he chuckled awkwardly, "Tell me when you've got your head figured out." He turned his back to me as he began walking towards his bed. I took in a deep breath.

Well, here goes nothing.

"I told you to stay away from her."

I hated saying those words to someone like Ron. He is my best friend and I should trust him but there was just something bothering me with the way he acted around her, talked with her, looked at her – even when she was not looking. But I noticed it. And it left a very unsettling, twisting feeling in my gut. I know he said that he would get over her but I'm starting to doubt his ability to do so. I was left with no choice; those words had to be said.

I watched the muscles in Ron's back tense as he paused in his step.

"From who?" he asked, trying to play stupid but the tightness in his tone gave it away. He knew exactly what I was talking about. I felt my knuckles clench at his reply.

I took two quick, strides forward and pulled on his shoulder with more force than necessary, making him face me. I pulled my arm away, trying to not let my anger get the better of me.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." I spoke slowly, with restrained anger coating my words. I looked him straight in the eye, only to find him avoiding my gaze.

There was a little voice in the back of my head telling me that he would look me straight in the eye and tell me that I was being an asshole to him and that I was delusional because there was nothing of that sort going on.

Unfortunately, nothing of such happened.

There was an unspoken understanding between us in the silence that ensued. He knew that I liked her – hell, maybe I was even falling for her. I'll never hear the end of it if she finds out about that. But that is not the point right now. He knows that I like her and I know that he likes her too, more than just a cousin.

I wanted to tell him that he should never be near her again but I knew that that would be a true asshole move on my part.

He has known her almost all his life. I don't blame him for liking her. That's just the way she is.

I knew the anger that I felt towards him was not completely justified. I knew I was being unfair to him but I could not help it. How does he expect me to accept the fact that he is thoroughly infatuated with my girl? How does he expect me to watch him watch her with that look? There must be a way to end this.

Suddenly, a question that I never wanted to think about popped up in my head. What does Kayla see Ron as?

No, she sees him as just a cousin.

My shoulders slumped as my brain processed everything.

I backed away from Ron and sat on my bed while he slumped to the ground.