Summer with The Bad Boy

Chapter 4

"Are you okay?" I ask him in a hushed tone to keeping him from losing it with me. Derek sat by the window against the wall.

"Why the fuck do you care?" 

...

I knew coming up here was a bad idea. Why the hell is he such a jerk for no damn reason?! Even to people who try to help him. I have no idea why I even came up here to try, he's so impossible to talk to!

"You know I only asked if you were okay?! I didn't ask for an explanation or a reason! And yet you still have the nerve to act like a jerk!" 

"I don't even understand why you care anyway!" Derek shouts from across the room.

"Maybe if you took the time to get to know people, before you act like a jerk, you might realize that people are actually a lot nicer than you think!" 

"Maybe if took the time?" His tone changes completely. "Why should I take time on other people when no one takes a fucking second to think about me!" 

I don't know what to say. I never know what to say back when people act like this. As much as I don't like the way he's speaking to me, I know it's only because he feels alone.

I take the seat opposite him by the window. I think this is the most emotion I've ever seen in him. I wasn't expecting it to be so much so soon. He turns his head towards the window to avoid my stare.

"Why don't you just talk about it?" I ask him as gently as I can.

"No."

"Why not?" I know I'm pushing it but I want to know.

"I shut everyone out, so don't take it personally." He retorts. 

"See that's your problem, I may not know what your issues are with your Dad, but I do know that it's partly because your too busy shutting everybody out you can't see that people care. All he probably wants to do is talk to you about it?"

"Talk about what?! You don't know shit!" He spits back.

"But I do know that it's something that's bothering you?" I say honestly. He calms down, he knows I'm right.

"I'm more broken than you think..." He says tracing his tattoos on his right arm. Huh?

"What do you mean?" I ask confused.

"I mean there's more to me than you think. All the ink that's on my body aren't tattoos. They're more like scars..." 

"Scars?" 

"Yeah, like... battle cars." He says fighting chuckling at his own words. Wow, I'd never thought of them that way. I'd always thought they were like, just drunken mistakes... But his mean so much more. I'm finally getting a little look into the mind that is Derek.

"What does this one mean?" I say moving beside him so I get a better look. I softly graze my fingers against the small swallow bird shaped image across his skin. He looks me into the eyes but doesn't move away from my touch. Out of all the ones I could see this seemed to be my favourite. This one was different, it looked more, delicate then the rest of them. 

"That one?" He looks at where my fingers rest on his upper arm. "That one... that one was the very first one I got," He starts in a hushed tone. "it's my Mom's tattoo..."

"You have the same tattoo as your Mom?!" I shout much louder than I intended to. Oops. But that's so unusual. I look at the small swallow bird on his arm again with the words 'never should have let you go' underneath it, when I see him I would never have imagined that one of them would look like that. I wonder why he chose that quote too? It is a really lovely piece of art to be honest. I stop my train of thought and I glance in his direction and as I do he presses his face against the window and begins to laugh. 

"I don't have the same tattoo as her," he says with a grin still on his lips. "I got this to remind me of her when she died." I mentally face palm. Oh my god. I'm such an idiot! Why the hell did I even think that. I'm so stupid, sometimes I really don't things think through before I say them, I really need to work on that.

"I'm so sorry. I-I didn't know." I fumble to say the words. I feel so bad. I really didn't know.

"Don't  be." He says smiling down at me. 

"No, I am. I can tell she meant a lot to you." I can see it just by looking into his eyes that I know she did.

"Yeah she did." He looks out the window into the early night sky and then back to me. I don't know what to say. I had no idea about this side of his. It's been longer than five minuets and he hasn't said anything mean to me. If I didn't know any better I would think that I was starting to like Derek, but I do know better.

I only wish he was always like this...

#Terek or #Dyla? Hahaha

I put the picture of the bird tattoo on the side, it wasn't what I'd imagined but pretty close.

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