My Bad Boy And The Gang.

Chapter 15 part 2.

Okay I'm getting genuinely angry at this point. I mean I've fainted more times in the last week or two than I ever have in my whole life.

What the Fuck is going on? Am I dying? Fucking hell I bet it's cancer.

I sit on the same couch as the last time I awoke from passing out. I'd have Deja Vu if it wasn't for the blanketing me and arm on my side. I glare at the arm.

It's not Vince's arm so who's is it?

I flip around to come face to face with Que. This probably wasn't a good idea. Open-faced are nearly touching and his arm tightens around me. It's comfortable here in his arms. But it's also wrong. You're in a relationship. With a boy who's dying Cali. It's not a crime to think for the future. I grimace at the thought. It is wrong. I wouldn't want him in this position with another girl if it were me.

I look at Que again. There's a hint of movement under his eyelids and his hair is toppled to the right. He looks so peaceful and handsome. It's not a crime to take a nap....

I curl deeper into his chest and refrain from sighing when he squeezes me tighter.

My eyes pop open and suddenly I'm looking his full lips. He has a small scar on the left side of his upper lip. It's kinda cute.

There must be something wrong with me... I can't possibly be having such inappropriate thoughts about a man three years older than me, while currently in a relationship.

Well...it's not like I'd ever cheat Vincent. Or anyone really. I'm just scared for him. And finding comfort....in another man. My attempts to lie to myself crash and burn.

I shake my head and lay my head on his shoulder squeezing my eyes shut I mutter, "I'm a sick person."

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Que's POV.

I can sense that California is awake as she shifts in my arms. She rolls over and I can almost hear the gears in her head grinding as she thinks the situation over.

She curls into my chest and almost instinctively I hold her tighter. She stiffens and pulls away. After a few more minutes of her thinking quietly she whispers, "I'm a sick person." She shakes her head and lays it on my shoulder.

My face scrunches into a smile at that. Do I make her feel sick? Is this my fault? I don't want to upset her but...I can't help the way she pulls me to her like gravity.

I barely know her but I can't get enough of her. And she's only 18! I know it's wrong of me...in so many ways to want her. To pursue her while he's dying.

I'm a terrible person. To do that to her, to him. But what am I supposed to do? Step aside and watch her break inside over his death? The answer is fucking of course not! But I know it's wrong to try and start things with her now. But I here for her. A shoulder, a friend....maybe one-day more.

I look at her as she sleeps and place a light kiss on her forehead. "I'll be here for you. No matter what. Even though it might hurt."

I lay my head down again knowing my words ring true. Also knowing I have to be there with her while she's with Vincent. I sigh and lightly tap her shoulder. It takes a minute but she finally wakes up.

"Yes?" She says groggily.

"We should visit him. He'd like that." Her eyes get a confused look at my words.

"I know you don't want to. I didn't tell you but... I heard your conversation with Jeff the other day. And I heard what you said....about there maybe one day being an..us." she finishes sounding slightly uncomfortable.

I sit up and she does as well sitting next to me.

"I did say that. And I still feel that way. But I know its wrong. At least it is right now. You need to be with him. I can see you want to be. And I will be there for you. Maybe one-day the time will come where we can have that. For now though....it wouldn't feel right for us to even try to start anything while your with him."

She nods and looks at her hands in her lap.

"I know that, I do. And I do have feelings for him. It just feels wrong to be with him. It also feels wrong to even imagine leaving." She rushes out and put her hands over her face curling into a little ball.

My arm slides over her shoulders and I try to think of how to comfort her.

"Come on. Let's go. He likes it when you visit him." I stand up and pull her with me. She follows after me looking like she's going to a funeral. Really? Come on Que.

"Wait." She says coming to halt making me stop with her. "I need to shower, and change." She pulls away and enters the nearest room shutting the door and locking it behind her.

"No, please any other room." I call to her through the door.

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A/N Hey readers....I know this story is probably kinda confusing so here's a little recap.

California is the main character. She loves her boyfriend but knows the likely hood that he'll live is very slim. She is growing close to Que, though she doesn't want to hurt Vince.

That is also how Que feels. He is good friends with Vince and  he also feels pulled to her. In this moment it's just a small infatuation. Yes things with them will not always and possibly will never be perfect.

Honestly I'm not sure if Vince will die or live. Maybe you guys should tell me what you think. Which guy do you want her to end up with? I don't know. I like Que but....I also like Vince. Oh well it'll all sort out. And thank you all so much for reading. Up to nearly 500 reads.

-Emilee.