Short Stories ♠ 13 Reasons Why Boys.

౹- Justin Foley (part 4)

౹- Justin Foley (part 4)

(Warning: long chapter lmao)

He seemed to hesitate for a few seconds but finally gave in, and came inside. I was so angry. I still managed to smirk to myself because I knew that, whatever he said, he needed me. He ended up crawling back to me. He took off his shoes, while I was looking everywhere but into his eyes and took his bags. We both went upstairs and I showed him his room, that was next to mine. I left him in the room, went in mine to take all the over-sized shirts I owned, that I had bought in the boys' section for myself.

We haven't exchanged a word and I wanted to keep it that way.

I came back in and gave him the clothes and a old pair of sweatpants that used to be my dad's. I took his- or should I say my- blanket from his bag and went downstairs as I heard him murmur, "Thank you."

I hopped on the couch, took a slice of pizza, and kept on watching Riverdale, silently. Soon enough, he came down and stood next to me, watching me carefully.

"Desiray...I'm sorr-"

I cut him by saying, "There is pizza right here, water in the frigde."

He awkwardly sat down next to me, running his hand through his hair. He finally took a slice but afterwards put it back.

"I-"

I cut him by turning up the volume, ignoring him the way he used to ignore me. Ignoring him the way he used to ignore me every fucking day, in the corridors, outside. Not a single look.

"Please !" he almost yelled and I finally turned it down.

"What ?!"

"I'm so sorry. I'm a fucked up person..just try to underst-"

"I totally understand. You're here because you don't have somewhere else to live and it's terribly raining outside. The only thing i'm asking you is to not talk to me." I snapped.

"I honestly don't understand why you're so mad...I mean..."

"Excuse me ?! I've been looking out for you for so long and you did nothing but ignoring me and acting as If I were obses-"

"But I never asked for all of this !" he answered, frowning. His harsh gaze made me want to kick him outside.

"If you never asked for it, why did you use every single thing I gave you ?! I mean of course, i'm the bad person in this story! If you never asked for fucking help why are you here right now ?"

He looked down and I shook my head. I turned my head towards the black screen of the TV. My heart beat was racing and it wasn't because I was sitting next to a handsome guy but because this guy was also disrespectful and annoying.

"There is a reason why I ignore you and all. I..I simply don't want you to like me nor to help me because part of me thinks that I deserve to live in the streets. You're too nice with me and I don't understand why..." he confessed, looking down again.

"Well, if you deserve it so much, if part of you wants me so much to detest you, why are you still here ?!" I almost yell.

"B..Because...I guess that another part of me doesn't want you to hate me.."

We stayed silent for a second. I was confused, I didn't know what to say. Suddendly, words slipped out of my mouth, "Isn't that surprising that part of you doesn't want me to hate you when it's raining like hell outside ?"

We both finally locked gaze again. We had this constant eye game going on. It was hard for the both of us to look each other right into the eyes, sometimes, "What ? No..I mean yes I needed somewhere to go because of the weather but I wanted to mainly say sorry."