The girl who was one of the guys

I'm Trying To Be Honest Here

Song: Bad Habit

Artist: The Kooks
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Chapter 68

"Sto-stop."

"Come on, just say it and I'll stop."

"No. S-stop!"

"Say it!"

"N-ever!"

"I'm not gonna stop till you say it."

"Fine. I'm sorry. Now let me breathe!" I took a gasp for air as I could finally breathe. For the past seven minutes now, I've been laughing my ass off, not purposely. But because Jax decided that just because I kicked him in his shin he deserved a sorry. I didn't say it easily, maybe I should have because all that laughing was torture. We were on the carpeted floor in front of his tv, at his house, in his living room.

"For fucks sakes get the hell off of me. You weigh like a thousand pounds!" I shoved Jax off me and ran. I ran down the hallway to the basement locking the door behind me.

"Kay. Kay? Come on. Get out of my room." I looked around the room I had been in a little over a month ago. As I looked around it I observed what I hadn't before. I noticed how there were soccer trophies on one wall and on the other there were band posters. Then I went to his dresser seeing things scattered all over it.

I stopped at one thing in particular. It was a photo. A picture of Jax, Blake, a little girl, and two adults who I'm assuming are his parents and little sister. Jax looked so happy in the picture, the smile on his face made him look like completely different, sure he smiled, but not like that. It was never a real smile. He looked to be about two years younger or so, and his eyes were so much brighter.

"What are you doing?" I snapped out of my gaze on the picture turning around to be face to face with Jax.

"Uh...h-how did you get in?" I questioned startled.

"Do you honestly think that I wouldn't have a key to my own room?"

"Right." I said moving past him swiftly.

I sat on his bed my back to the headboard .

"So. Did you find anything interesting? You know, since you were in my room." He sounded annoyed but I just rolled my eyes.

"Nope. Nothing too interesting." I was wondering when he was going to bring up what happened at the party. It's been about 40 minutes since we left.

"Are you sure?"

"What are you doing?" I asked standing on my feet and crossing my arms over my chest.

"What do you mean?" He stood in front of me with his arms crossed as well.

"This. What are you doing here?" Yeah I get I sound weird asking that but I'm weird so I choose the weird way to approach topics.

"I live here duh." He plopped down on his bed and I turned to look at him as he leaded on his headboard.

"I mean. What are you doing? You're ignoring the fact that we left the party? And the fact that you're mad at me? Or whatever happened yesterday. You're trying not to talk about it and I wanna know why."

"Kay. That isn't up for discussion right now." What the hell?

"What are you trying to do? Stop trying to act like something you're not. Deal with it, we're fixing this. And you're not changing the subject." I sat next to him waiting for him to speak. He looked down sighing.

"Fine. What are we talking about?" He sat cross legged facing me and I mirrored him our knees touching.

"We start with Friday. What happened? Why were we so angry with each other? And no matter what this conversation, neither of us can leave, storm out, yell, or be stupid." He nodded understanding.