Who Said The Bad Boy Wouldn't Win?

Chapter 19

My phone had been going off for an hour but it was on the other side of the room and I couldn’t be bothered to get it.

I was lying face down on my bed, with my head turned to the side so I could actually breathe. I heard footsteps walking down the hall towards my room and before the voice sounded I knew who it was. I got up to let him in, opening the door as his fist almost connected with the door to knock.

“I can’t believe…I’m so sorry I wasn’t there. I didn’t think he would…I took care of him for you.”

“How?” I frowned.

“I told him he was an asshole about what he did.” I gave a sigh of relief when I heard him say that, “and when that didn’t work I broke his nose.”

“You did what?!” I squealed.

“I’m sorry, he can’t fucking not listen to me. I told him about what happened and he is sorry and–”

“You fucking told him that I tried to kill myself last night? I thought you would realise how personal that was. I fucking trusted you wouldn’t say anything.”

“He’s sorry though, he’s not going to tell a soul.” Yeah right, after today I’m pretty sure he would tell anyone and everyone he could, “He said he was going to call you, he actually feels really bad, and so he should for fucking doing that to you.”

“I can’t believe you fucking…” I muttered as I went over to check my phone, and sure enough, there were five-missed calls and seven texts…fun.

I simply hung up on him and read through the seven texts.

‘I’m so sorry about what I did, I shouldn’t and I’m so glad your alright :)’ were along the lines of all the texts basically.

I wasn’t going to forgive him for what he did, and I wasn’t going to forgive Jay either. They were both in the wrong here, but without either, I had no one to turn to. Fuck it; they could all get screwed for all I care.

My mind went into instant babble mode where I sat there thinking about how angry I am at the both of them.

“Honey? I’m home! Help me with the groceries would you?” Yelled my mum as I heard the door creak open and the shuffling of full plastic bags. I snapped out of it, put on a happy face and went to help her carry the multiple bags to the kitchen bench. I had failed to notice who was also helping her. And to my surprise, it wasn’t just Jay.

“Oh yeah, Jay brought home a friend, lovely boy. You two know each other right?”

Zack had a pained expression on his face when he saw me, and I instantly ran to my room, ignoring the questions from my mum.

I stood against the door, knowing full well that Jay could unlock it if he tried.

“Okay, I know this is the last thing you want, but I’m not letting him be alone with you and he is very…insistent on apologizing in person.”

“Fuck off. Both of you.” I said, I heard Jay sigh and walk away with Zack. I waited a minute and eased off the door, walking back to my bed when I heard the door open. Sneaky bastard.

I groaned and stood in front of both of them with my arms crossed. But for some reason Zack took that as an invite to hug me and say how worried he was. Yet not so long ago he punched me in the stomach for sleeping with Jay. I looked over at him and he was standing in the doorway, watching cautiously as if something might happen at any moment.

I pushed Zack off me and musted up the best death glare I could give them.

I looked at Jay first, “You. I trusted you to keep last night a secret and you told the traitor himself.” I then looked over at Zack who looked almost scared, “And you, how dare you come here and say how happy you are that I’m safe. You were horrible to me and I don’t know if I can forgive you for that.”

“I’ll do anything I can to make it up to you, I swear on that.” Pleaded Zack in a neurotic manner.

“He deserved to know what he did to you, but I am sorry and my apologizing is a big thing.” He said mellow-like and cheekily at the same time.

I had no idea what I was going to do with these two.