Breathe (Anthony Trujillo)

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I woke up to someone knocking on my bedroom door. I slowly get out of bed and slouch my way over to my door.

"Coming, coming."

I groan, when the person knocks again. I open the door rubbing my eyes, I look up when I don't hear anything from the person.

"What're you doing here?"

I ask, my face dropping.

"I couldn't wait any longer, I need to talk to you."

Anthony pushes his way past me into my room, and stands in the corner.

"Anthony, i'm not ready to talk, I told you that last night."

I say slowly closing my door.

"Why? Because you're grinding up on some kid last night?"

The anger clear in his face. My mouth drops open.

"What the fuck are you talking about?!"

I yell, angered that he is using that against me.

"That scrawny kid with the black hair, for Jc's party last night."

"Colby, his name is Colby. What do you care anyway?! You fucked some girl in the back of an in n out!"

I fire back at him.

"I told you I was drugged!"

I step back and give him a stupid look.

"Seriously? You reallllllyyyy thought, I would believe that?"

"Thought? It's true!"

"Anthony! The fucking story doesn't add up! And I'm pretty sure when you get "drugged" like that, you don't remember right the fuck away, and a normal sane human being would go to the fucking cops, you idiot!"

I make air quotes.

"So you didn't believe me?"

I shake my head no, he sighs.

"I just want to know why? Was it because I didn't sleep with you yet? Or am I just damaged goods?"

I ask lowering my voice now.

"No! No! No!"

He stepped closer to me shaking his head and hands. I stepped backwards holding out my hand.

"Then why?"

He stops looking at me.

"I'm stupid, okay? That's all, it's not you."

I laugh annoyed.

"Quit the "it's not you it's me" bullshit."

I say getting pissed. I open my door and wave my hand for him to leave.

"Get out. Don't ever talk to me again."

He tries to continue to persuade me, I shake my head and point out the door again.

He lowers his head and walks out with his hands in his pockets. I shut my door letting out a big breath. I waited a minute until I heard the front door shut.

I walked out of my room and ran upstairs to Kian. I swing his door open, he is on his phone still laying in bed. He looks at me and gives me a weak smile, patting the bed next to him.

I jump into his bed and hug his bare torso, I let all the tears I've been holding back flow, while Kian rubs circles on my back.

"Guys are dumb, we don't think."