unexpected - b.w.s

53. Careless

I liked him, but it wasn't like that. It wasn't like that at all. When he asked me to be his girlfriend, I almost said yes, when I shouldn't. I liked him, but it wasn't like that.

Yeah - he was sweet. He was kind, but it wasn't like that. In fact he seemed a bit keen. I, on the other hand wasn't thinking clear. I'm bad at saying no. It was not that I didn't want to, I just wanted some time to think things through. And that was what I said.

I couldn't help but think about what Bradley told me. He said I wanted him to come up with an explaination to not be with Kyle. Because to be honest, I didn't want to be with him, I wanted to be friends with him.

Suddenly someone phoned me. Bradley. I took it from the table.

"Hello?" I asked into my phone.

"What are you doing?" He asked almost coldly. He wasn't talkative these days, but then again, we both weren't.  Not that I wan't to talk with him.

"Nothing much, why?"

"Thought we could get it over with?" He asked about the debate we had to write together.

"Yeah, sure." I said slowly.

"Just come around mine at 4, okay?"

"Mmh," I nodded even though he couldn't see me. "See you."

"Yeah.." He said sounding distant, and then hung up.

•••

The door swung open, revealing him standing in the doorway, still looking the way he sounded. Distant.

"Hi," He opened the door further up, waiting for me to step inside.

"Hey," I said bluntly as well, this time really wishing it wasn't him I had to work with.

He walked upstairs into his room, me following closely behind. We both sat down in his soft bed one each end.

"So," Bradley took his computer up. "What do you think?"

"About what?" I asked.

He quickly glanced at me before saying "About the subject?"

"Oh... I uh, I think they should have the right to marry each other, even though what the bible says."

He then looked at me proberbly, the first time he did after all this time today. His eyes searched my face, though this time I was the one to look away. Even though I wanted to look at him, I forced my eyes. I missed it.

"So you think homosexual should have the right. Why? Because you like them?" He asked wierdly. He was still staring at me comepletely. I could feel it.

"Don't you think they should have the right?" I looked up at him. I couldn't help it.

"Yeah, I was just.. asking." He said holding the eyecontact for a couple of seconds, before looking down at his computer screen.

His eyebrows were drawn together. His teeth were biting down in his bottom lip, trying to focus on the computer screen.

His usual curly brown hairstrands were a little straighter than usualy. His fingers, with two and one silver rings on each, started typing.

Just like he wished he didn't meet me in the first place, I wished I didn't as well.

My phone beeped, signaling me I got a text. "Can you pass me my phone?" I asked in a low voice.

He took it from besides where he was sitting, quickly glancing at it. "Are you serious?"

"What?" He lightly threw my phone towards me, just so I could catch it.

"Still talking with that twat?" He brushed his hair back.

I looked at my screen, discovering Kyle send me a text. "Are you with him?" Bradley's surprisingly now more calm voice spoke.

"No, he... no we're not."

"But he asked?" Why did he always know everything?

"Why would you care?" I finally asked after a couple of seconds of silence. There seemed to be a lot of those lately.

He scoffed shaking his head. "You're so fucking ignorant, Maggie. I don't understand why you can't see it?" He almost shouted.

"I know you. I know you don't really like him, so why don't you just leave him?" He said slowly. I hated how he always were right with things like this. I wouldn't comepletely give him right in this, though.

I liked him. I did. I just didn't wanna be his girlfriend.

"Honestly? I told you he was gay-"

"He isn't." I said trying to sound convincing, but more sounded like I was scared. Intimidated.

"He fucking is. Listen to yourself, you're basically scared of admitting the goddamn truth. You're just as pathetic as everyone claims you to be." He stated.

My breath started to shake, and my eyes started to tear up. I bit my lips trying to compose myself.

"Probably because you're scared of being alone and depressed as you were before, but babe I'm the only one who can fix you. You know that." He suddenly looked at me, into my teary eyes. He knew I was crying, but it didn't affect him. He didn't care. His face were emotionless.

"Just a shame that I don't give a fuck about you anymore." I quickly gathered my things together, walking out of the door. Even though we weren't finished with the debate, Bradley didn't say anything.

Now we both didn't care.