"You Have Me" Kickthepj X reader

Chapter Fourteen

This is a extremely short chapter I am so sorry for not updating. Im not editing this so im just bleh
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I dragged myself out of bed and got ready for work. I grabbed some skinny jeans and a random shirt from my closet and went to my bathroom to shower and get ready.

-time skipo-

I was about an hour into my shift and I was currently stocking some books. I attempted to put one on a higher shelf but I couldn't reach it. I was fixing to get a small stool when someone grabbed the book from my hands. I turned to be met by PJ.

"Let me." He said and easily put the book up on the shelf. "Thanks, but what are you doing here." I asked. "To apologize." He said looking down. "Justine wouldn't let me contact you. I'm so sorry. I wasn't ignoring you, I wanted to talk to you."

"Oh. Well its okay. I'm sorry I yelled at her." I say. "Honestly... I don't even like Justine." He says, scratching the back of his neck. "What do you mean you dont like Justine?" I ask completely bewildered. "I just... I don't like her." He says emphasizing the her. I look at him weirdly. Why is he with her if he doesnt like her. Why is he telling me. What is going on?

"Listen, its...hard to explain. But just forget it for now. But I also wanted to say thank you." He said quietly.

"For?" I asked curiously. "For...sticking up for me. For defending me for what Justine said. I really appreciate it." He said looking down at me. "That's what friends are for!" I said grinning up at him.

"So, how much longer till you get off?" He asked. "Ive got a couple hours, why?" I asked. "Well I was wondering if maybe I could come over or something." (BITCH OVER HERE INVITING HIMS-) "Yeah defiantly. Ill call you when my shift ends and you can start over to mine."
"Okay, sounds good. Ill see you later, bye"

"Bye" I say excitedly. "Wait, Pj." I say, having a sudden moment of confidence. "Yeah?" He turns back around looking at me smiling. I breath in. I'm going to tell him. I will do it. Just say,'Pj, I like you.' It's simple. "Never mind." I hate myself. "Oh, okay then." He turns back around and walks out the door. I slam my head on the nearest bookshelf. A pain shoots through my head making me quickly regret that action. I hold my head, hissing in pain. Why does this have to be so difficult?