"Are you scared because your dad is the sheriff?"
"Why do you keep on asking me that?"
"I won't stop until I get a proper answer."
Lana Jane Willson, just a depressed and misunderstood geeky teenager because of her glasses and her dad being the Sher...
Nobody spoke the morning at breakfast. Today was camp yet we would only have to be at school around noon on the bus. Ever since the little event happened on Saturday, I haven't left the house. I haven't spoken to anyone, and I haven't eaten anything.
Yet Momma couldn't take it anymore, so she scolded and told me I'm not leaving the house till I eat. I was hungry as sh*t yet Axel and momma didn't mind as they sat opposite and stared at me.
"Slow down brother, I'm sure there's food in the camp."
"No one can beat momma's food," I said chewing the bacon.
"Okay, that is true." Axel laughed. I glanced up at momma who smiled then pushed up her glasses.
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Silence only seemed to surround us for a few minutes until we heard knocking at the front door. We all shared looks knowing exactly who it was. He was here yesterday, and I refused to speak to him. Even though it's also my fault, I hate to admit it. Levi didn't have to tell me anything, I just dropped my cigarette and joined him, but in a way, it felt good. To give him what he deserves, to live in the moment of releasing the stress and not thinking of the consequences.
"Come please, I still have a key y'know'?" he called out.
"This is ridiculous," Momma said then stood up. "Blake Monroe Gunner, pull yourself together and go apologize to that boy."
I looked up at my mother and could see the aggressive look in her eye. The look that said 'it's too early on a Monday morning for this sh*t.' Seeing that I wasn't going to get out of this one, I slowly stood up.
I took my time walking to the front door, seeing his silhouette under the door. I twisted the knob and pulled the door open. My lips were drawn in a straight line as I stared at the dark haired, narcissistic prick. He let out a sigh then shoved his hands in his pockets.
"Hey...listen, I just wanna' sorry, for the way I acted. It's all my fault, I was drunk, and I forced you to take me there." He began. "I didn't mean to f*ck up the friendship you have with Lana."
After that we were silent. I stared at him, trying to find the right words to also say my bit. I'm not good with apologizing yet ever since I met Lana, I've been finding ways to apologize and improve yet every time I hope it would be the last.
"Sorry too, I didn't mean to go all out on you like that...I was just angry," I mumbled. "at myself."
"Understandable and just so we're clear...you're over her right? Because we shouldn't let Lana come between our friendship." He said, and suddenly my jaw tightened.
"You even said it yourself, you're trying to get her out of your system..." he trailed off as I squinted my eyes.
