unexpected - b.w.s

51. Change of mind

(Brad)

Even though I had the worst hangover from last night, I walk towards the dickhead standing alone. 

I hated this feeling I always were having afterwards I had been with Maggie, or even just talked to her. Yesterday was probably a mistake too. I didn't know what I was feeling, regret maybe? My stomach made me feel like I was gonna throw up like usually.

Kyle looked up from his phone, having a surprised look on his face. Before he could do anything else, I punched his face. He stumbled back hitting the wall behind him, then he took his hand up to his nose, where dark red liquid were flowing out.

I grabbed him by his collar, holding him into the wall. "What the fuck are you doing with her?"

"What do you mean?" His voice was weak from the pain rushing through his red cheek with a now bloody nose.

"Don't play whatever it is you're playing at."

"I'm not playing." He tried to protect himself pathetically.

"She's gonna get hurt." I said. He tried to pull of a plain face, the corners of his mouth wanted to curled into a little smirk.

"Haven't you broken her enough?"

"At least I fucking gives a shit. What are you gonna do when she finds out? Act like nothing happened?"

"She isn't gonna find out." He tried to sound confident, but a little piece if his voice were telling me that he was scared. Scared of the truth.

"Then what if someone tells her?" I released my grib on his shirt.

"You wouldn't. I'm gonna tell everyone about you." I was just about to turn around and walk away from him. He took my arms, stopping me from leaving.

"Don't fucking touch me." I pushed him away. I didn't care anymore. People thought shit of me already, the only thing was - Maggie didn't know that shit.

I walked away from him, this time for good. Maggie was the only thing that was on my mind right now. I needed to tell her.

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The door opened, revealing Maggie standing there, with her hair pulled back in a low bun, wearing a grey sweater and pyjama shorts.

"Hey." I breathed out. She didn't answer, she just stared at me, comepletely in a trance. She was surprised to see me here.

"Can I uh, come in?" She just nodded, letting ne go inside their little apartment.

We walked into her room, and I instantly recognise it from before. Before everything happened. Before everything got complicated.

"Why are you here?" Her weak but soft voice interupted my thoughts.

"Oh yeah, um I wanna tell you something."

"Go on." She said, sounding cold. Wanting to sound cold. I bit my lips, to prevent myself for saying anything stupid about her way of acting.

"Look, I don't really know how to say this, but..." I met her eyes. She was looking vunerable.

"I-I really care about you," I said, my voice starting to get shaky. I didn't know why.

"Bradley-"

I interupted her soft voice. "No, let me finish. I'm not..." She isn't gonna like you. You're gross. She's gonna think you're a liar. She's gonna be with him anyways.

I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. I needed to tell her the part about Kyle, before I told the part about myself. "Kyle... Kyle's not what you think."

She opened up her mouth to say something but I stopped her.

"A-And I know you aren't gonna believe me when I say it, but I'm gonna say it anyways." She looked at me. You could tell she didn't know how to act or what to feel at this point.

"he's... gay." I bit my lip again, not wanting to say something stupid. Her look was distant. She didn't say anything for a good 20 seconds. I didn't either.

"You're lying." She finally answered bluntly.

"No." I almost whispered.

"And how do you know that?"

"I just know it." I mumbled. It was hard to tell her. Hard to tell anyone, even myself. I still can't believe it happened. Honestly I would want to forget it if it wasn't for her.

"It isn't true."

I breathed in a sharp breath. "Yeah it is."

She shaked her head. "No," her still vunerable eyes looked into mine, with a bit of confusion. "Then tell me how you know."

I didn't answer. I didn't know how to. I knew the answer but I didn't want to tell her.

(Maggie)

He didn't answer. I wouldn't believe what he told me. He was lying. Lying like usual. Kyle wasn't gay, I knew he wasn't. It was a weird thing to say, couldn't he say anything else?

"Why are you lying to me?!" He was still biting his lip, not answering. It was unusual for him. He would yell at me too, making my voice seem so small.

"Why would you say that about him-" I hardly got finished with my sentence before he suddenly spoke.

"No, You know what Maggie? I don't fucking care anymore. Have a great life with him." There it was.

"You're such a dick Bradley, acting like one all the time."

His jaw clenched. Harsh brown eyes staring down at mine. "Fuck you anyway."

He turned around, running his hand through his curls, leaving me alone again.