The Boy That Stole My Heart

Chapter 4: The Worst Part About Weekends...

The worst part about weekends is when you have nothing to do on a Saturday. Mike and I were going to see the movie tomorrow night and he was at a lacrosse tournament all day today so I couldn't text him. William was still pissed at me and he hasn't said a word to me ever since Monday so I couldn't see if he wanted to hang out. Jessie was visiting her grandparents all day today so she was off the board as well.

I was bored out of my freaking mind.

A knock came from my door and I looked up as Clint opened the door.

"What do you want Clint?" I asked.

"I was gonna go out with some friends for dinner tonight. You wanna come with?" Clint asked.

I sat up and looked him up and down. "Why are you inviting me out with you and your friends?"

Clint shrugged. "You seem bored. If you don't want to you don't have to."

I sighed. "Is William going?"

"No." Clint sat down on the bed next to me. "Are you guys still not talking?"

"No...I feel bad..." I said sadly. "We've never fought like this."

"Don't feel bad. You have a right to be upset. I'm sure it will clear up on it's own." Clint said reassuringly. "So you gonna come or not?"

I looked at him. "Why the hell not? It's not like I have anything else to do."

Clint grinned and stood up. "Great. Be ready to leave by 6:30." He skipped out of my room.

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I was ready to leave by 6:15 that night. I wore a pretty shirt with a skirt. I sat down on the couch while Clint finished up getting ready. I heard the front door open behind me and I turned to see William. He was in his basketball uniform and was drenched in sweat. He looked at me and opened his mouth to say something but quickly remembered he was mad at me and he closed his mouth and walked off. I slumped down and looked down sadly at my feet.

After 10 minutes of waiting, Clint came down the stairs and smiled at me.

"You ready Lexi?" He asked.

I nodded. "Let's go."

"We're leaving William!" Clint called over his shoulder as we walked out of the house.

There was no answer.

Clint led me over to his motorcycle and we climbed on. This time, Clint made sure I was on all the way before he started driving. I held onto him, paranoid I was gonna fall off. I noticed that Clint didn't have a helmet on and I was wearing his only one.

"Do you want your helmet back?" I asked.

Clint shook his head. "It's fine. Your life is more important than mine. In my opinion."

I smiled. "So, have you talked to your dad?"

Clint sighed as we came to a stop. "No. I haven't. He can burn in hell for all I care. He's a piece of shit!"

I nodded. "What about your mom?"

Clint shrugged. "She isn't much better. She barely talks to me when I'm there and when she does, she's always yelling at me."

"I'm sorry Clint." I said and put my hand on his arm.

He looked over his shoulder at me and smiled. The light turned green and he started driving again. We arrived at some sort of bar that had loud music blaring. I slipped off the helmet and Clint led me inside. He fist pounded the man standing right outside. He eyed me.