The Bad Boy's A Softie

VIII

          "Okay. So, where do we start?" 

          I was scared. I didn't ever want to have this conversation with him. I didn't even know if I was ready to have this conversation with him. 

          "How,-" Matthew started but was quickly cut off by the sound of bongos coming out of his phone. I raised an eyebrow at the ringtone as he fumbled around with his device, trying to answer as quickly as he could.

          He finally grabbed a hold of it and looked down at the caller ID. He looked back at me and sighed. "It's my mom. I should answer this," He said before clicking the accept button and putting his phone against his ear.

          "Hello?" He said to his mother on the other line. I looked down at my hands and sighed in relief, realizing that Matthew's mom gave me a few extra minutes to get ready before we had our serious talk. 

          From the corner of my eye, I saw Matthew get up and walk outside onto his balcony and shut the sliding door behind him. 

          'Must be serious' I thought, reaching into my pocket and grabbing my own phone. I looked down at it and saw I had eleven missed calls from my mom and 6 unread text messages. My eyes widened and I quickly straightened up, getting off of the bed. 

          I walked over to the sliding doors and opened it slowly, not wanting to disturb him during his phone call. 

          "Alright, okay- I got it, Mom," I heard him say as he turned around and glanced at me before quickly averting his eyes. He cleared his throat and nodded. "Okay, love you, bye." He put his phone back into his pocket after he hung up and looked back to me.

          "Sorry about that, Mom was calling me about this college application I had to send in," He said, walking over to me and looking at me with weary eyes. "Now, where were we?" He asked, biting his lip and giving me a small grin. 

          I sighed and looked down, scratching the back of my neck. "I'm sorry, can I take a raincheck? I think there's something going on at my house right now," I said. I showed him the many missed calls the several unread messages from my mother. To be honest, I was too scared to open any of the messages, so I didn't.

          He looked down at my phone and nodded, licking his lips. "That seems really important. I'll give you a ride home," he said, walking back into his room and grabbing his keys. 

          I followed behind him, closing the sliding glass door behind me shut. "No, it's fine. It's not that long of a walk to my house, a drive would just be a waste of gas, anyways," I said, walking over to his bedroom door and opening it. 

          I felt a hand on my shoulder, making me freeze in place. I turned around slowly and looked up to see Matthew looking back down at me. He stared at me for a moment, like he was frozen in place. I swallowed as I saw his eyes flicker down to his hand as I felt it run from my shoulder down to my arm, like each individual movement he made was the strokes of a brush, painting a picture with his fingertips.

          My gaze never turned away from his face until his eyes slowly moved back up to meet mine, making him realize what he was actually doing at this moment. He cleared his throat and slowly slid his fingers away from my skin, leaving me standing there, confused as to why my stomach had moved to my throat.

          "Just let me take you home," He said quietly to me, a voice I hadn't heard from him for what seemed like forever. "Please." The tenderness in his voice made it too hard to resist, so I just silently nodded in reply. I mustered up all the strength I had in my body and finally looked away from his gaze, opening the door fully, and walking out of his room. 

          I felt at that very moment that my soul had just gotten up and waltzed out of my body without a care in the world. I didn't want him to see the effect he had on me, so turning and walking away was the only thing I could do in the moment. 

          I heard his footsteps following behind me as I walked down the stairs, making a shiver go up my spine. I shook the feeling away and walked to the front door, opening it and going back outside. I heard the door close behind me and, as I gave him a sideways glance, saw Matthew move around me and head toward his car. 

          He opened the door for me on the passenger side before moving around, opening his door, and getting in. I got into the car and closed my door, putting on my seatbelt. I looked over to Matthew who was mimicking my movements and also putting on his seatbelt. He paused for a moment and quickly turned his head to me. 

          I  forced myself to cast my face away from his and looked out the passenger-side window, feeling my whole face slowly heat up. To keep me distracted from the rest of the four-minute drive to my house, I grabbed my phone and decided to read through the messages my mom sent me earlier. 

          Mom: Answer the phone when you can. 

          Mom: Hey, where are you?? 

          Mom: You need to come home soon, it's important.

          Mom: Willow I really need you to pick up your phone. 

          Mom: Your father and I won't be home when you get there.

          Mom: We will be with Noelle. Come if you can.

          My eyes widened as I read the last message. What the heck? 

          I typed my mom's number on my phone as quickly as my shaking hands could and held the phone up to my ear after I hit the call button. 

          After two rings, my mom picked up. 

          "Mom?" I said, causing Matthew to perk up and look over to me. I sighed and waited for my mom to respond. 

          "Willow? Willow, they have an update. We don't really know what's going on yet, but there's some news, so you need to get to the hospital as soon as possible, alright? Also, you might be staying alone tonight at the house unless you find someone's house to stay the night at. I can't talk much, so just please get here soon." 

          "Wait, Mom, what's going on--," I was cut off by the sound of her hanging up on me. I groaned and looked over to Matthew who had a 'what is going on' look written across his face.

          "I'll tell you everything I know, but my mom said to meet her at the hospital. I don't know why or what is going on but supposedly she has news? I'm sorry for the trouble, I can get another ride if you can't take me but I just th-," I was cut off by Matthew shushing me. 

          "Okay, no. First of all, stop talking. I've noticed that you tend to blabber when you get nervous. And secondly, yes, of course, I'll take you." Matthew turned down another road and quickly looped around.

          "So, what is all of this about? Why are we going to the hospital?" He asked as he rerouted us onto a different road. 

          Well, here goes the whole 'raincheck' thing. I sighed and bit my lip. "It has to do with Noelle."

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