Complicated

Chapter 52

"What were you talking to Antonio about?" Gavin asks after a minute of driving.

"Nothing," I mumble, still looking out the window.

I'm a bit irritated with the way he acted back in the school. There's always something with him and I can't understand it. That alone pisses me the hell off, but now when he's asking what I talked about with his friend I'm just overall infuriated.

"Obviously it's something if you're all mad now," he snaps and I look over at him with my mouth agape.

"Really?" I question. "I'm the one mad?"

"That's what it seems like," he nods sarcastically.

"How about you? You pretty much tore me away from Antonio. I thought he was your friend," I scowl.

I feel like all we ever do is fight.

He rolls his eyes. "We're not girls. Friends to us aren't really friends."

"Good explanation," I glare at him.

"I'm saying we're not really friends," he snaps and glances at me for a second. "We just don't mind each other."

That's a bit messed up.

"So what were you talking to him about?"

"Really, nothing," I say honestly. We weren't talking about anything specific, therefore I don't feel I need to tell him.

We don't say anything after this, we both bask in the silence that the car provides us.

My mind is to occupied to speak anyway, trying to piece the puzzle together has gotten harder than expected. I don't get it. If Gavin isn't really friends with Antonio then does that mean he's not really friends with Darren or Nick?

I dismiss my thoughts when we pull up into my driveway. Gavin puts the car in park, but I don't make a move to leave.

"I don't want you talking to Antonio anymore," Gavin gruffly demands.

I grind my teeth together and keep my eyes out the wind shield.

"Bella-"

"I know," I snap.

"There not the kind of people you befriend," he says back sternly. "Most of them are stoners anyway. That's not your type of crowd."

"It's not your's either," I bite back.

From all that I know about Gavin, he is not a druggie. He doesn't smoke or take pills. That's not him, so why does he hang out with these people?

He sighs. "No they're not."

"Then why do you talk to them!"

"Because they owe me," he snaps back, looking at me with eyes in flames.

"Owe you for what?" I ask exasperated.

"Nothing you need to worry about," his voice softens.

I growl under my breath and hurry to get out of the car.

He says he loves me, but he can't tell me what his relationship is with these people.

"Bella!" He calls after me, his car door slamming in the process. "Dammit, Bella."

"Just go home, Gavin," I wave him off. "Go to another party with your "friends"."

"It's not like that," he snarls and grabs my elbow, stopping any further movements of me.

I turn around, my lips pursed into an angry line.

"What is it like than?" I question. "Huh?"

He runs a hand through his hair indecisively.