Can You Feel My Heart [Fransykes]

Chapter 25

A/N: If you ship brustoff and read my other stories you know that I'm actually a romantic-thriller writer. This story is also a romantic-thriller actually, but until now it was mainly just fluff and now I'm gonna start with the 'real' plot. I still don't know about the sequel, it really just depends on where my writing takes me and what ending will feel natural. Anyways, enjoy my lovely readers! I really appreciate every single one of you for reading! <3

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Josh P.O.V

You'd think that after two and a half weeks of sleeping in hotel rooms your own bed would feel like Heaven, but not in my case.

In my case being in my own bed - being home - just reminded me of the harsh reality I was living in. It reminded me of who I was in that school we're returning to tomorrow. It reminded me of who I had to pretend to be.

I rolled over in my bed for the 9 thousandth time not being able to sleep even though I've been dead tired.

Yup, being home also meant my insomnia was back too.

Maybe I would be able to catch at least 2 hours of sleep if my mind wasn't so over-occupied with stuff I'd actually have to deal tomorrow.

Starting from the election at school all the way to Oli.

Yes, I knew he was avoiding me, I wasn't stupid. He's been doing it for the last two days on our travel camp and he's been doing it for the past weekend at home.

I didn't wanna bug him tho. I didn't know what was up and maybe it wasn't a big deal, we've spent plenty of time together in the past two weeks.

That sounded wrong, right?

It's just an excuse anyways.

I was just telling myself that. Giving myself an excuse to not go up to him and talk to him.

As much as he was avoiding me, I was avoiding him honestly.

It was that time of the year... The time of the year when I really become the Josh Franceschi that stars in all the hottest rumors. It's that time of the year when I become the guy that runs with the bad guys. The guy people fear and obey.

I hated that guy. It was me. I hated myself.

My phone rang and I picked up after the first ring not even caring that it was 4 in the morning.

"Good." A female voice said and I could hear the smile behind her cold voice that used to manipulate me so well once. "You picked up."

"Who the fuck calls someone at 4 am, Abigail?!" I almost shouted.

I wasn't angry, it was misery in my voice. I knew it would come to this sooner or later. Once you get involved with her, you can never get rid of that girl.

"We have a meeting." She purred. "Now."

"And why would that concern me?" I asked trying to get myself out of it even though I knew I won't be able to.

"You know exactly why Joshua." The evil that she possessed practically leaked through the phone alone. "You have 10 minutes to get your ass down to the park."

With that she hung up on me and I threw my phone on the other side of the bed as I covered my face with my hands trying to stop myself from crying.

This wasn't me. It was never me. One mistake can ruin you. There's a price you pay for pretending to be someone else. Spare yourself and just be you, trust me.