My Best Friend's Girl

Twenty One

I was thinking as I was writing this chapter about some more girls that would fit the character as Alex, and honestly Shailene Woodley with lighter hair is a great fit. Especially her look in Divergent! But theres plenty of people who would fit the look of her character, I just know Alex has the 'golden" essence, especially with her hair and eyes. Anyways, continue reading. xx

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MATT

I wake up to the sound of a door slamming, and I'm nearly blinded as I look at my phone to see that it's four twenty-three a.m. I shove the covers off of my tired body and grab the bat underneath my bed quietly before stepping towards my door without making a sound. I open my door slowly, and look around hastily as I see a figure in the kitchen near the sink. I raise my bat into the air, ready for a fight, coming up right behind the guy. He suddenly turns around and I quickly hit the guy on his shoulder as he yells in pain.

"What the fück, Matt?!" Luke yells as he reaches over and flicks on the light.

I lower my batt and take in the sight of Luke, his appearance slightly changed from earlier this evening. His lip is busted, cheek bruised right above his cheekbone, and a black eye is starting to appear on his left eye. I guess he notices my confused reaction to his face, and his face turns cold and hard as he turns around to the sink, running a rag through the water and cleaning his red knuckles. I lean over and realize that the redness isn't from his wounds, it's from dried blood on his hands.

"What did you do?" I say in more of a statement rather than a question.

"Nothing. Some guy tried to mob me when I was leaving Brad's and I beat the shìt out of him, end of story," He states coldly. It honestly makes me smile a little, not the fact that the taught the punk a lesson, but the fact that he thinks I'm going to actually buy his story.

"Why would you be at Brad's?" I ask confusingly as I make an annoyed face, why would he be at Brad's? Why isn't he at Alex's place?

"I was helping him move some stuff in and out of his dorm." He says as he turns around towards me, leaning against the counter for support. I stand there with my arms crossed over my chest, my glaring expression never changing.

"Why aren't you at Alex's?" I finally ask. Why wouldn't he want to be with her every chance he got? They're together, aren't they?

"She was feeling sick at the movies, so I took her homes and went over to Brad's. Now stop with the questions. I already have two parents, I don't need a third," He snaps at me and walks past me, into his room before slamming the door.

What the hell is wrong with him? And why is he lying?

I guess that's the perk of knowing someone for so many years, I can read him like the back of my hand. He always gets defensive whenever he's feeling either guilty, annoyed, angry or when he's hiding something. I've noticed him slowly become more defensive over the past six months or so, especially during our senior trip, he was almost psycho at times.

I fist my hands at my sides as I go back to my room, laying on my bed and staring at the ceiling. Why isn't he with her right now, taking care of her? She should be able to depend on him to do so, especially after not seeing him for a week. She must be feeling miserable right now, I wonder if I should check on her...

Before I can overthink about it, I grab my phone from my pocket and call her, only for it to go to voicemail. Shìt, I forgot it's almost five in the morning, of course she's not up. I decide to leave her a message, hoping I don't make an āss of myself in the process.