The Bad Boy's Best Friend (Old Version)

No Going Back

Rewritten is now published! It's better for me as a writer to create something I love then drag on with something I don't.

The Rewritten will
-have similar plot
-same characters
-have smoother transition
-overall better, just saying

It would mean a lot if you would check it out

Love,
Allie

No Going Back

"Jayne?" The sound of Devin scared me and caused me to drop the notebook I was holding. "What are you doing?" He sat on my bed and waited as I packed my school bag.

That's all he could say? He snaps at me then disappears all weekend?

He must be bipolar... Would it be rude to ask him if he was?

I realized that I was still staring at him.

"Oh, uhm, nothing what are you doing?"

What?

Devin raised an eyebrow. "Waiting... for you."

There was a moment of silence.

"Did I- Did I, Am I missing something? What's wrong?"

"Uh, no." I shook my head. What is wrong with him? "Let's just go to school, we need education!" I laughed nervously.

I walked out of my room, rushing downstairs, panicking, with Devin's heavy footsteps behind me.

"Jayne." He grabbed my hand to stop me, right before I opened the front door. "What's wrong?"

My hands in his cold ones were slowly claming up. I looked down at them and couldn't help but picture our hands interwined.

They'd look like they'd fit like a puzzle.

"Jayne?" I looked up at his expectant face.

"Oh nothing is wrong; everything is fine." I smiled to show him how 'fine' everything was.

We stood there just look at each other, his hands still wrapped in mine. Devin twisted his hand and intertwined his fingers with mine as if he read my mind. He blinked and cleared his throat. "We should get going."

"Oh, okay."

I let go of his hand and opened the front door. Rubbing the tips of my fingers against my palm, I cringed at the clamminess of my hands.

Did Devin do that to me?

I looked at him as he was fumbling to find the key that would open his car door. His dark eyebrows were furrowed and his lips where slightly pursed. He dropped his keys and cursed as it fell under his truck.

He got on his knees and bent to look under to get them. I couldn't stop myself from looking, I just couldn't.

Your honor, it was right there.

"What was?"

"Well, I was looking at the booty, like anyone would do.."

"Understood. He does have the booty."

"And I saw.... A small hole in the inner thigh of the jeans!"

"These fucking keys." Devin straightened up, and finally unlocked the door and went inside. I got in as well and buckled my seat belt as Devin started the car and pulled out of the driveway.

I looked at the blurring trees out the window and rubbed my hands together. It was getting colder and colder. Turning on the heater, we sat together in comfortable silence. I fiddled with my fingers on my lap, folding them, unfolding them and wrapping them together.