He Isn't A Psycho

Chapter 34 - I Guess Seeing Your Face Has That Effect On Me

I started to feel more colder, which meant one thing, I was sobering up, and that's not a good thing. Being sober meant facing reality, and at the moment, I liked this one. I looked around me hoping to find some beer, not caring if someone had already drank from it. To my advantage there was a bottle in view, standing next to the garden light near a bunch of flowers. I stood up, which took Braxton by surprise, "Where you going?".

Ignoring his comment, I stumbled over to the flower bed, realising maybe I was more drunk than I had thought, and picked up the beer bottle, giving it a shake before gulping it down.

"What the fuck are you doing!" Braxton was behind me, he grabbed the empty bottle from my hand and gave it a shake to see if it was empty or not.

I watched his face turn from angry to furious, he threw the bottle against the brick wall, it's glass shards scattering everywhere, hitting everything in its way, including my cheek.

"Ouch!" I cried, while immediately touching my cheek, to reveal my fingers dripping with blood.

"Fuck" Concern lingered in Braxton's voice, "come here" He grabbed my hand and walked me back to the swing chair. He sat me down and crouched in front of me, his hands cupped my face as he examined my cut.

"Skye, I'm so sorry". His eyes met with mine and I couldn't be mad at him, it was an accident. It could of been avoided, but he didn't mean it.

"Skye talk to me" His deep blue eyes stared right into my green ones, I felt like he was looking through me, deeper than what I was showing.

"You have such beautiful eyes" I blurted out with a giggle.

"You're drunk" Braxton looked away, a sigh escaped his mouth. "Just tell me you're okay?"

"Sure" I smiled widely, trying to hide my giggles. "I don't know why you're being so nice to me, at school you're all like, 'fuck off Skye' 'come back' 'go away!' 'No come back' " I mimic Braxton's voice.

He stared at me with humour, "Having fun there?".

"Actually-" My sentence remained unfinished as I was puking my guts up again, thankfully Braxton saw it coming and got out the way, otherwise he would of been covered in my sick.

"Whoops, I guess seeing your face has that effect on me".

"Jesus Skye" Braxton sat next to me, pulling my hair back again. "What have you eaten?" He says surprisingly.

In a breath, I manage to say the words, "Nothing" before chugging again.

"You're fucking joking me? You haven't eaten anything? You know that you're puking up your stomach acid!"

"What biology book did you swallow?" I lift my head up, wiping my face. I felt like complete and utter shit.

I watched Braxton run his muscular hands through his slick hair. "You need to eat something".

"Toothpaste perhaps?" I joke.

"Why would you need toothpaste? Planning on kissing any guys tonight?" Braxton cocked his head and I didn't see humour in his eyes.

Quieting down, "I-I was joking".

Braxton lifted my chin with his finger tips, "You better of been joking, because do you know what I'll do?" His voice was calm, which made me more concerned. I stared into his eyes, unsure to see what he was feeling.

"What?" I whisper.

"I'll find that guy, and rip his throat out".

His face was hard but not cold, he kept a straight face, his eyes boring deeply into mine. His eyes were like the depths of the ocean, dark and cold, but strangely enough, I was attracted to its coldness and not afraid of the dark. I felt at home, looking into those eyes. As if it wouldn't bore me to see the sight of them everyday.

I couldn't imagine what he was thinking right now. We had been staring for a while now, and although I was enjoying the sight, I doubt he was too. It was as if electricity was running through my veins. This moment here with Braxton, this very moment made me feel complete, feel...as if I could cope. Like, he was the reason for my heart to continue to beat. Was I...was I falling for him? Are there actual feelings? It doesn't even scare me to think about it either, and only moments ago I was kicking myself for even thinking about Braxton that way.

But there's a different side to him, a side that is good, unlike the 'bad, hard looking, unapproachable' guy. There are too many different types of good people to name. But I believe we all have the capability to be good, and at different times in our lives have different levels of goodness.

And maybe, just maybe, I'm seeing that in Braxton.

His face inched closer to mine, God knows why after I just barfed all over the grass. But his forehead came into contact with mine, as his soft skin touched mine. Our noses gently brushed at the tips, and his warm breath hit my face. My nose was intoxicated by his cologne, and only now did it smell stronger than ever. Why was I feeling this type of crave? This feeling of need?

"There you guys are!" I jumped at the sudden voice and threw my body back into the swing chair. I watched Braxton jump to his feet immediately too, brushing his hair with his finger tips.

"I've been looking all over the place for you" Chase's face comes into view as he takes a few glances at myself and Braxton.

"She's got a cut, I was checking it out for her" Braxton nodded his head towards me in a casual way while taking a cigarette out of his pocket and placing it between his lips.

Chase crouches down in front of me, gesturing to come close. Pushing my body forward, I allowed Chase to examine my cut, but my eyes failed to meet with his, and instead my sight was glued onto Braxton's.

I watched him smoke, taking deep pulls and exhaling a cloud of smoke. His head facing the opposite direction to me, and his body more withdrawn.

I look at the hand which is holding his cigarette and trail my eyes up to his forearm. My eyebrows narrow as I take in the view of his tattoo, it's ink black and unique. A design not like most, one that I have seen before though, but unsure of where from.

Frustration soars through me, where have I seen that design before? Usually guys get lions, and weird Aztec patterns as tattoos, but this one, is unlike most.

"How did it happen?"

"How did what happen?" I look at Chase only coming back into focus. "Oh the cut!" I say stupidly.

"I got angry and smashed a bottle against the wall, the glass hit Skye in the face" Braxton exhaled, not looking sympathetic at all.

What was it with him?

"What the fuck is wrong with you Braxton!" Chase grabbed my arm and pulled me up making me stand straight, "Come on Skye, I'll take you inside, you coming?" We both looked at Braxton who was putting out his cigarette.

"Sure" He flicked it so it was out of sight and began walking towards the doors to the kitchen.

I staggered next to Chase, looking at Braxton walk with pace ahead. He clearly didn't want to be near me, was it because of earlier?

My guts start to knot as I think of how nonchalant Braxton was towards me when Chase came over, and I can only wonder why the sudden change.

We almost kissed. I could see it, and he surely could too. Why else would he be reacting like this?

Maybe I was wrong about what I said about Braxton.

Maybe he wasn't that good after all.

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