The Bad Boy Got Me Expelled

The Bad Boy Got Me Expelled (5)

                                                        23 days

I sat, notebook full of scribbled ideas in hand, tapping the end of my pen against my teeth; probably damaging them.

Think Violet.

Think!

I sighed, messily jotting down numerous other things I should pry out of Grayson. He had to feel vulnerable when things fell apart. He had to hurt. He had to know I could ruin him, know that this was real.

"Violet! dinner!" Mom shouted. I placed my notebook carefully back in the drawer before heading downstairs. Greeted by the luscious, appealing scent of burritos, I took my seat at the dinner table.

"Smells good." I praised my father, who placed the dishes on the table. It was rare for dad to cook, but when he did, it was heavenly. He nodded appreciatively and took his chair at the head of the table. 

We sat quietly for a small while, tucking into our over filled burritos until mom broke the silence.

"No Julian tonight?" She asked surprised, smiling sweetly, but with a slight glint of ' where is my son I didn't have?!'

"He doesn't live here mom." I said, sounding like I had to remind her of this frequently.

Which I did.

She ignored my comment of which she would usually regard as relatively rude. "I thought since you're grounded he'd be over here every night. " She shrugged.

"if you miss him so much, don't worry, I'm sure he'll be around tomorrow." Mother's obsession with Julian sort of bugged me. Nobody could be more obsessed with my best friend than I could. Call me petty, but he's mine.

Besides, back when Julian and I started hanging out, mom had disliked the fact that my only friend was a boy.  'No. No boys, Little missy!' It was as if boys carried a literal infection, and she refused to let them contaminate her daughter. It took her forever to come to terms with, and understand that Julian and I really were only friends and since then, she'd quickly grown to love him. In fact, now she wanted nothing more than for Julian and I to date.

It wasn't  that I didn't find Julian attractive. I did. He was undoubtedly beautiful, with chocolate brown swirls for irises and even richer chocolate ringlets that curled around his ears in the most precious way. His smile really was from ear to ear and created little creases in the corners of his mouth that made him go from hot and broody to cute and adorable. His cheek bones were delicate, perfectly angled, complimenting his plump cushion like lips and his eyebrows were arched and thick in a manner that meant when he was moody, his eyebrows would tell you just that. He carried a slim build, but wasn't just skin and bones. He was strong enough, but wasn't overly muscly.

Not only that, Julian had an aura about him. He could make you laugh in situations you couldn't imagine laughing in, he was protective and scary when he needed to be, he could be serious and funny and kind and mischievous all in the space of minutes. But most importantly? Julian always knew what to say, and what to do. Julian always knew how to make even the worst situations seem okay.

But Julian was not necessarily my type, and I certainly was not his. We loved each other and we always would in ways I believe I would never love another person, and I truly did wish to spend the rest of my life with him...just not in that way, because I was not in love with him, nor was he with me.

Cue my mothers melancholy sigh. Sorry mom.

Julian was my soulmate, he and I were put on this Earth destined to be best friends. That was just the way it was.