My Brother's Bestfriend-Louis Tomlinson Fanfic

Chapter 39

We drove for about a good five minutes before he finally spoke up. That's the thing I noticed about Louis. He never went around the problem he just charged straight into it.

"You have some explaining to do," he said slicing through the awkward silence.

"So do you," I said quietly.

"So do I? Are you sure about that?" he questioned as if he was almost offended. The air in the car was thick and uncomfortable.

"Well my brother made you sound like a man whore. I would like you to disprove that."

"Well your brother made you sound like an alcoholic drug addict which I think is worse than being a man whore," he fired back.

"I'm not. It's just part of my life I don't like talk about," I sniffled. I felt a tear run down my cheek. I was convinced that that tear was the only one I would shed right now. I wiped it away quickly before he noticed.

"I'm sorry but you have to tell me. I'm already mad at you for keeping it from me so don't make this worse." He was getting angry and I was scared. He wouldn't look at me and I could tell all his anger was being channeled through his hands gripping the steering wheel.

"Grade 9 just ended and it was summer time. My parents decided they would leave me again and go on one of their vacations. So I took this as an opportunity to go out and party." I paused for a second, trying to recollect my scattered memories. "So I hit a few parties and got really drunk and basically stayed drunk for two days straight. The next day I went to this one party that was my brother's friend party. He offered me weed and of course being curious me I smoked it. So I was high and drunk and I can't remember anything that happened that night only the things people told me. But basically my brother found me passed out on his best friends bathroom floor. I promised him I wouldn't drink or smoke ever again after that. And well you came along and I was just so tempted..."

"Oh Jess, if I would have known," he sighed.

"Look it's not your fault it's mine. And I haven't done drugs since then I swear."

"Why didn't you tell me? I wouldn't have pushed it on you if I would have known!" he raised his voice a bit.

"I didn't want anybody to know! I got my grades up, never got in trouble and got more involved in school. I was doing so good and I didn't want my past to ruin it. I was just seeking attention and rebelling against my parents because I was mad at them! I wanted them to come home and punish me because at least then I would know they cared! But you what?! They didn't care! The only one who has ever cared is Todd! Who I just got in a fight with! So if you could please back off a bit and leave me alone right now that would be great!" I screamed. I leaned against the door looking out the window. My last statement seemed to silence him. I felt something drip on my hand only to realize it was my tears. Shit I didn't want to cry.

"What about me?" he asked. When would he learn to not push the limits with me.

"Fuck Louis, what about you?" I snapped.

"You don't think I care?" He sounded hurt.

"No Louis I know you care. You just weren't there for me at that time."

"Then let me be here now."

"What I really need now is for you to drive me to my friend's house."

"You're not going to my friends house, you're coming to mine," he argued.

"Louis, please," I cried.

"The last thing I want to do is leave you alone in this state."

"I'm going to Ava's."