No Fears

Chapter 3- Steph

"CAN WE TALK, PLEASE?"

I had been staring at Scott's text for more than an hour. Literally, I was certain, because he had sent the text at 8:08 pm, and now the clock said 9:19 pm, so it had to have passed an hour, even when it felt like minutes. I hadn't texted him back. What would I say? No? My silence was answer enough. I really wanted to talk to him though. As hard as it was to admit it to myself, I knew I missed him. Jared and Aly didn't know everything that had happened this weekend between us. On Friday night, after he had gotten shithead, I walked him to his room, because he was barely able to keep his balance. When I dropped him in his bed and was about to leave he stopped me.

"Please stay Steph." He begged with his hand around my wrist.

"Why? What do you expect it will happen if I do?" I asked him defensively. If he thought he had an actual chance to do something with me, then he was very wrong. I wouldn't do anything with him, at least not when he was like this. Truth was, he was looking really hot today. I meant, he was always hot, but when I first saw him today, my heart literally jumped. It didn't happen to me often, I wasn't usually like this whenever I saw a hot guy. But maybe I had a soft spot for Scott. Damn him.

"I just want to talk." He said. "I swear over my car." He said raising his right hand and putting the other over his chest. If he was swearing over his precious car, then he had to be serious. He loved that thing more than life itself.

I sat on the couch in front of his bead. "Fine, what did you want to talk about?" I asked. I truthfully had nothing better to do, I wasn't tired, so I would probably spend my time in my room doing nothing. And I had to admit, talking to drunk people was fun. Some would get all sentimental, some would say things that didn't make sense, other ones would make lots of stupid jokes. I wanted to find out which one of them Scott was.

"I miss my mother." He blurted out. He looked like he was on the verge of tears.

I guess he was a sentimental drunk. I didn't expect him to be one of those. I prayed he didn't cry, though, I didn't know what to do when people cried.

"Why?" I asked. I knew his parents were divorced but nothing else. He wasn't exactly a sharing person, such like a wasn't one either.

"Because she moved across the country to get away from my asshole of a father. The thing is, she got away from me too" He answered slowly. He was also a slow talker drunk.

Okay, now I needed to know more. Aly would always say I was a very nosy person, that I needed to know everyone's business. I had never denied it.

"What happened between them?" I asked. If he wasn't drunk, I was sure he would never answer that question, but lucky for me, he was.

"I don't think I should be telling you this." He said. Shit, maybe he wasn't as drunk as he pretended to be.

"Then don't" I told him.

But please do.

"But I want to." He said.

"Okay, then tell me." I told him using a baby voice. You know? The one people would automatically use whenever they talked to an infant.

"Three years ago, my mother found out he was having an affair." He started saying.

"Fuck, what a dick." I thought out loud. I didn't know the guy, but I already didn't like him. People shouldn't do stuff like that. Why didn't they just tell the other person they were unhappy and try to fix it? Then, if the situation was beyond fixing, it would result in a friendly divorce, instead of a nasty one. Honesty would prevent a lot of problems for everyone, so why the hell people didn't use it more? The world could be so ignorant sometimes...