Do Not Fucking Touch Me // Reddie

Thirty

(Eddie's POV)

The bus pulled up to my street and I didn't even want to get off. There were tears sprawling rapidly down my cheeks. I didn't want anyone to see, but I had to walk off. The bus driver looked back at me. I quickly pushed them away and quickly made my way through the crowd, down the steps, and out of the bus. I couldn't believe what I had just seen. The bus sped away behind me, and I just stood on the sidewalk, frozen. The tears on my cheeks froze and snowflakes dispersed in my hair. I sniffed and ran home. 

Richie was cheating on me, and what was worse than the fact that he was, was that it was with Greta. What a skanky bitch. What did he see in her? Maybe he wasn't gay at all. Maybe I just made a fool out of myself this whole time. I guess I didn't have a date to the dance, or even worse, a boyfriend at all. I stormed up to my uncle's house and slammed the door open. He saw that I was upset and moved in front of me to stop me from storming into my room. 

"Wait, Eddie, what's wrong?" he asked. 

I stomped my foot and broke down in tears. "Richie is cheating on me, I saw it." I tried to move past him and he stopped me with an outstretched arm. 

"What? No, Eddie, Richie is-" he protested.

I shook my head and sniffed. "I know what I saw. Now just let me go to my fucking room." 

I continued to cry and dodged his grasp to escape off to be alone. I ran down the hall and he sighed deeply, calling after me.

"Eddie, wait."

I ignored him and saw that my door was already open, which was weird. With full force, I burst it all the way open and the other side of it hit the wall with a slam. I looked around and stopped where I was, in the frame of the doorway. There were rose petals all over the floor, and Richie was sitting on my bed in a tux with a bouquet of roses in his hands. 

"Go away!" I yelled.

He looked puzzled.

"Eddie, what?"

I screamed at the top of my lungs. "I never want to see you again!" I pointed out the door and he quietly obeyed me. I slammed the door behind him and kicked all of the petals around the floor in anger. What audacity does he have to show up here, after I saw him and Greta kissing!

I threw my body on my bed and began to sob.