Best Friends : It's Complicated

Chapter 21 - History

Delilah's POV:

"So you and Josiah."

"I didn't think you'd want to talk about Josiah on our date," I said as I intertwined our fingers. We were walking around at a local park. This is what I liked about Logan how he liked just spending time with me no matter where we were. I had texted Josiah that I wasn't going to go over so we should be good.

"It's not my top choice for conversation but I just feel like I need to know."

"I guess you're right."

Logan and I sat down at a green bench that faced the grass.

"What do you want to know?"

"How did you meet? How long have you known him? Why are you so close? Everything I guess."

"Well we grew up in the same town and went to the same school but we didn't officially meet until high school. He was always popular. He would be surrounded by people and they would always be laughing at something he said. But it's not like my life revolved around just watching him or anything it's just that everyone notices the popular people you know? But anyways I would isolate myself at school and I would hang out with some pretty bad people outside school. I started to notice that these jerky guys liked me and I started to believe that I deserved for those guys to like me. I would be with guys that treated me like crap and I felt like I deserved it. Well skip a few heartbreaks and tears later I started to date this really intimidating guy that had anger problems and a really short temper. His name was Blake. It's like everything I did would piss him off. One day he was late to pick me up from school."

I closed my eyes embracing the memory:

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Blake is late. He said he'd be able to pick me up today. Ugh where is he? I sat down at the steps of the school as I continued to wait. I sighed this is what happens when I try to count on him. You'd think I'd learn my lesson but no I just keep making the same mistake over and over again.

I turned my head when I heard something behind me.

There he is, Josiah. The most popular guy in school. It must be nice to have everyone love you. He seems nice. I've never spoken to him but I have seen him around school.

Oh crap! He's looking over here. Should I look away and pretend I wasn't just staring at him? Too late he's looking straight at me. His features soften as his eyes meet mine and a shy smile spreads across his face. Without thinking I smile back at him and it's not a forced smile like it usually is. I even raise my hand up to wave at him which somehow causes his smile to grow wider. I suddenly feel so self-conscious that I have to look away. That was the first kind of nice gesture anyone has ever shown me and it probably meant nothing to him. Pretty depressing. It's okay I'm used to rejection. My own parents didn't even want me and my foster parents couldn't care less. I pretty much gave up on someone caring about me.

I sighed heavily as I continued thinking about depressing stuff. Okay, enough of that.

Oh look here comes Blake. I got up and walked over to the car. I leaned against the open window of the passenger seat.

"Are you going to get in?" Blake asked in a rude and demanding tone.

"You're late."

"I was busy," he said as he took a sip out of a flask.

"Is that booze?"

"So what if it is?"

"Are you drunk?"

"What's up with the interrogation? Just get in the car."

"I'm not going to get in the car if you're drunk."