I went over to Rafael who was sitting on the couch, watching TV.
"Rafael? "
"Hm? "
"Do you happen to know why Jonathan is so... distant? "
"Hmm. Nope. "
"Please. "
He stayed quiet with his eyes glued to the screen. I sat on his lap, facing him. I kissed his neck, trailing kisses up his neck. His breathing hitched as I rubbed against his boner which poked me through his jeans. I softly kissed his lips.
"Please? "
"Mmm, okay. But don't tell him I told you. "
"Okay. Tell me. "
"Do something sexy first. Maybe .... a lap dance? "
I sighed and gave him a lap dance, he groaned as I pressed against him. I stopped when he tried pulling me closer, he sighed.
"Does the name Carla sound familiar?? "
"Uh ... I believe so. "
"Well you caused her to..... um commit suicide. "
"What did I do?? "
"I don't know. "
"I'm going to ask Johnathan. "
"No. You can't. "
He gripped my arms. I pulled away softly.
"Okay. I won't"
"Good. "
He looked over at the screen again and I sighed while going to my room.
Okay so I remember Carla asking me out. I told her I didn't go that way. Oh my gosh. I forgot I was in a bad mood and said rude things to her. I forgot she was suicidal. I see why he hates me.
I panicked a little. I went over to Jonathan's room and went inside.
"Hey little bro. "
"What are you doing here? "
"I want to talk to you. "
" But I don't want to talk to you so get out. " He glared.
"I'm sorry about Clara."
He didn't say anything for a while then he got up.
"You knew she was suicidal. You could've just said no but your stupid ass had to go saying all that sh*t to her. "
"I said I was sorry. "
"Sorry isn't going to fix anything! Sorry isn't going to bring her back to life!! "
I stayed quiet.
"Just get out. "
"You're right little bro. "
"Get out, please. I can't do this no more. "
Tears spilled out his eyes and I wanted to hug him but I resisted and did as he wished. I sighed as he slammed the door in my face.
I'm so stupid.
Sorry it's short but I thought my previous chapters were too long so I shortened this one and plus I'm tired.
