Adolescent Foolishness (A Fearless Vampire Killers Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirteen

"Shane, are you okay?" I ask my sandy-haired friend warily as I stand in the doorway. He doesn't look around from where he's stood, leaning against a fence and staring out at the alley behind the garden, but instead just nods stiffly. "You don't seem it."

"Well I am. I'm just tired." He mutters. I move to step closer to him, before thinking better of approaching him; Shane's the kind of guy that values his space, and I'd be wise to respect that and allow him that space.

"You can tell me if something's wrong, you know." I tell him.

"Nothing's wrong." He sounds rather snappy as he speaks, and I feel something ache in my chest at the sound. Is he angry with me? Because I kissed Arys? But...my Timid is never angry with me...

"You're not a very convincing liar, Shane." I sigh. He turns around then, glaring at me through his shaggy fringe.

"You're one to talk. You're confused about what you're feeling for me, you say. But then after what happened the other night, you're sucking the face off some girl?" So he's jealous. Dammit.

"Shane. I didn't say I-"

"You didn't need to. Just save it, Drew. I kissed you, and you said you felt something. But then you're kissing some girl you only met yesterday?"

"It wasn't like that." Wait, why am I making excuses for his sake? It shouldn't matter who I kiss or not; it's my life, not his!

"it was my first kiss, Drew." He growls at me. "24 years old, and you were my first kiss. How pathetic is that?" Dammit! What have...I mean, I didn't know it was his first kiss, or else I wouldn't have let him kiss me! "And do you want to know why you were my first kiss, and why I didn't kiss anyone else?"

I cock an eyebrow at him, slipping my hands into the front pockets of my jeans. Do I want to know what he'll say next? Do I dare allow him to continue?

"I was holding out for you." He mumbles, before bowing his head and moving to storm past me. I go to grab his shoulder, but he just wrenches it out of my grasp and continues on. I stare after him as he enters the house via the backdoor and disappears out of my line of vision.

He was holding out...for me? All this time? Dammit, how long has he had feelings for me, then? I know he said 'a while', but how damn long is 'a while'? A few weeks? Months? YEARS?!

And he's angry at me because I'm an idiot. An insensitive idiot. Shane has never been angry at me before; mildly pissy, sure, but he's always come back around eventually. He's a naturally moody person...but I don't think this is just a little strop. This is serious this time, and I don't think he'll just come around as easily as every other time.

"And I've never noticed." I mutter angrily under my breath, before going into the house after him. I go into the front room to see that he's not there, and after inquiring about it I learn that he left without a word nor a glance cast at anyone.

"Lovers' tiff?" Jim smirks. I shoot him a glare, before glancing towards Aryssandra.

"Uhm, when do you want driven home?" I ask awkwardly; all of a sudden, things don't feel so lovely and peachy between us, but instead feel horrid, wrong...because now I know how much it's really hurting Shane. How much I'm really hurting Shane.

"I...I'm not too bothered. Unless, um, me being here is a bit inconvenient?" Her cheeks flush slightly pink at her own words.

"No, not at all!" A part of me wants to say the total opposite; a horrid, wicked, cruel part of me wants to give her the blame for Shane being upset. But it's my fault, isn't it? I'm playing him, aren't I? Toying with him, playing with his emotions. I don't want to hurt him. But another part of me doesn't want to hurt Arys; she's a nice girl, and I really do like her, I don't want to do anything that might hurt or upset her. "I could drive you home just now? Or..."