End Zone (An Austin Mahone Fanfiction)

8. Just A Little

I sat outside in the garden. I didn't even know it was here. I picked the lock on my door and snuck downstairs around to the backyard.  It also had a pool. I sat on the little bench. It was very secluded here, so I was likely not to get shot. There were tall brick walls that hid everything here from the outside world. It had to be at 40-45 feet tall. Probably even more.

They were building more of these walls up front to prevent another incident like the one the other day.

I needed a place to think and this was just perfect.

It was quiet and I was able to focus.

I picked a little daisy out of the ground and started playing with it.

Do I really want to join? Even with Austin and I hating each other, do I really want to stay here with him? With everyone?

I barely know these people.... do I really want to do something so reckless? However, the quicker I solve the problem, the quicker I can go home and go back to a normal life.

My thoughts we're interrupted by a masculine, groggy, morning voice.

"What are you doing out here?" 

I whipped my head around to find Austin, shirtless, in blue basket ball shorts.

"I wanted some fresh air. " I said simply.

"How you get out of your room?" He asked.

I didn't answer. Not because I was afraid of getting in trouble,  but because I didn't really want to talk to him.

"Are you really ignoring me again?" He groaned. "Why are you even up so early?"

I ignored him.

"Look, I'm sorry. Is that what you wanted, an apology? " He asked.

Not really.

"Why do you hate me so much?" He asked.

Do I really hate him?

"Hate is a strong word..." I muttered. I turned around to look at him. He looked a little relieved that I finally spoke to him.

"Do you hate me?" He asked again.

"Yes. A lot actually. " I told him.

"Why?" He said moving closer to me.

My body tensed up and my palms got slightly sweaty. Not only did I hate him, but if anything,  he scared the dear shit out of me.

He sat beside me and looked at me intently.

"W-Why do you care?" I practically said that through chattering teeth.

"What did I ever do to you?"

Oh now that's some real bullshit. My blood began to boil. He knew everything that he's done to me.

"Did you really just fucking ask me that? You're a player. A womanizer. A man whore. You have sex with everything that breathes. You hurt people. For all I know you've probably killed people. The first time I met you, you gave me a fucking hickey and walked away like it was nothing. You called me things like 'whore' and 'slut'. How can I be a whore if I don't do things other girls do? I didn't have sex with every member of the cheer squad unlike you! You told me you could care less if I died. I have every right to hate you." I snapped.

He paused for a moment and looked at me. He sighed, getting up and heading back inside.

I didn't expect that. At least I got it all off my chest. I twirled the flower between my fingers a bit.