Him and Him and Him... -Book One- {{COMPLETE}}

Chapter Thirty-Nine.

I sat down on the wooden chair in his room, facing him as he paced up and down his bedroom, clearly annoyed and fustrated. I wondered why he wanted to talk to me, and i wondered why the hell he had slapped my earlier. 

I shrugged to myself, not really caring. Frankie saw this as he stopped pacing up and down, his eyes glued to mines.

"What?" i murmered as i rubbed my arm lightly, he sat down on his bed then screamed out. When i say screamed out, i mean it.

"You freakin idiot!" he shouted as he threw his hands up in the air, screaming out again as if he was getting torchered. "You..you.." he said as he closed his eyes, trying to calm down.

"I...?" i said calmly as i examined him quickly, his eyes were closed so he couldn't really see me at all.

His eyes suddenly flashed open as he pointed his finger to me. And at that point, i knew i was dead. Litearlly. But i kept asking myself what the hell I had done to make him hate me so damn much.

"Its all your 'freakin fault." he muttered lowly as he pulled at his hair lightly, still a little bit angry.

"My fault?!" i shrieked out as i placed my hand upon where my heart was, pretending to be Sasha for a minute or two.

"Yes your fault!" he shouted as he got up, suprisingly the same time as me. He stepped closer, so his nose was touching mines, he muttered under his breath.

"All your god damn fault."

I looked at him and tried to relax, but i couldnt. He was so close to me i literarlly felt his eyelashes brush my cheek slightly. I closed my eyes, trying once again to relax as i listened to the sound of him breathing.

I didn't realise that someone opened his bedroom door until i heard a voice.

A familiar voice.

"Frankie...I came to give you another chance but you blew it. Thanks alot."