Battle of Hearts: Two

Chapter 40

Chapter 40

"If this isn't about Tanner then what are we fighting about?" A confused look pressed on my face as I stare down hard at Cameron.

"First things first, we're not fighting. This is talking." He explained slowly, pronouncing each word. "And I'm talking about everything that's going on with you. Why do I always feel like you're hiding something from me? You know, you can talk to me about anything that's bothering you, right?"

He was trying to guilt trip me into the truth, but I wouldn't back down so easily. "There's nothing that you should know." I never looked away from him, praying he would let it go.

"I can see it in your eyes, there's something off about you these days. Is it something that I did?" He scrunched his innocent eyes together.

I let out an exhausted sigh, walking to the living room and falling on the couch. I sprawled my limbs out and looked up at the cream colored ceiling. "It's not something you did, Miller."

I heard his urgent footsteps settling beside me on the couch. I could feel his worried eyes on me, "Oh my god, it's something I did, isn't it?" He repeated desperately.

I couldn't comprehend why the hell he'd think he's done something wrong when I was the guilty one. But I had figured it out a long time ago that he always blames himself for everything wrong.

"Because of my mistakes you've have been so distant," He did it again. He's elbows resting on his knees as he gazed at the floor.

I shut my eyes and tried to control it but I just couldn't at that point, "You're not the reason for everything that is wrong with the world, okay? Are you really that self-centered to think that everything in this world is about you?" The harsh truth slipped from my lips.

The words must've pierced through his ears because he looked alarmed. I regretted saying such rude comments about him the second I saw him stand up and walk away to the kitchen in disgust.

I treaded behind him and saw as he turned away from me and placed his palms on the marble platform of the kitchen. From behind I could see his head hanging low, he was taking short breaths as if to control his emotions.

"Look, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you," I said.

"But you did," He whispered, and if it weren't for the ominous silence in the kitchen I'd not have heard it.

"You blame yourself for everything! I'm tired of hearing that." My volume increased as I told him mercilessly.

He swirled around immediately and glared at me bitterly. "You know what I'm tired of?" He also raised his voice, taking a step forward he pointed his index finger at me. "Always getting pushed away by you."

"You know what? Just forget about it! I don't wanna talk about this!" I screamed and stormed back into the living room.

This time his heavy steps followed me as he said, "And that's the second thing I'm tired of hearing. You're always like 'forget it' and 'I don't wanna talk about it'... You're always running away!"

I spun on my heels to face him, folding my arms on my chest defiantly. "I'm done talking," Sparing him another glare, I walked back and sat on the couch.

He was quick to follow me. He stood in front of me with his hands on the hips, "I'm tired of getting pushed away by you, okay? I'm tired of getting avoided by you whenever you're with your friends,"

I sighed and turned my vacant stare to the floor. "What do you want me to do Cameron? Stop hanging out with my friends?" My voice lacked any energy and strength.