Breaking The Rules

Chpt. 43

"So tell me about you." I propped myself onto my elbows.

Taylor laid directly in front of me, his arms resting behind his head.

His scrunched his nose, "there's nothing really for me to talk about." He shifted against the mattress while looking at the ceiling.

The way his eyes roamed the room made it easier for me to determine he was lying.

Since when does he not want me to know things about him?

My phone buzzed on the other side of the room, I roamed over to get it.

"Noah" I whispered while closing my eyes.

I pushed the ignore button, sighing in frustration.

I'm trying my best to avoid contact with him, and he has the fucking nerve to fucking call me?

"Who was that?" He chuckled, noticing the way I rolled my eyes about five or more times.

"Oh, uhm, just" I paused, looking at him, "just some-"

"Some boy?" He asked, he pushed his hair back while sitting up.

His eyes focused on mine, obviously waiting for the response that I can't give him. I hate Noah, and I hate talking about him, but I know that he's not just some boy.

"Yeah." I lied, he's not just some boy, he's my boy, and he always will be..

Did I just say that or..

"Really?" I seen the look on your face, Bree." He cocked his head, taking his bottom lip in between his teeth. His fingers were fangled into each other's, and I couldn't help but to notice the strange way he was acting.

"Is it Noah? The boy you told me about earlier?" He asked and I smiled a little for no apparent reason.

Maybe because of the fact that he actually listened whenever I talked to him, I feel like I have no one anymore.

I have Al, but that's different..

"So, I guess that's a yes?" He asked, "you should call him back." He placed his hand over mine and gently smiled, he stood from the bed and walked out.

My eyes darted to my phone, and I was debating whether I should call him or not. I know I should, because something may be wrong.

Noah's POV:

"Mom, just stop. Please." I said, trying to calm her down. She gets like this whenever she goes into Court's room. Hell, she's like this all the time actually.

"Mom." My voice croaked and I didn't realize how close I was to crying.

"Noah," she whispered, attempting to say my name without crying, but she failed, "you know I love you right?" She asked I felt her arms wrap around me in attempt to comfort me, but I've realized only Breanna can do that.

I wrapped my arms around her and laid my head into the crook of her neck, crying out the tears that I've been holding.

"I'm gonna go." I said, kissing my mom on the cheek. I have to get out for a while mom" I said pushing my hair back and wiping my eyes.

She nodded, "becareful."

-

I drove the highway in attempt to take my mind off of everything, my elbow was propped onto the arm rest on the door.

I cried from stress, I cried from Courtney, I cried from mom, I cried from Bree.

I fucking would do anything to get her back at this point, hell fuck the rule, fuck everything but her. I don't fucking care about anything right now but her.

I kept my eyes on the road as I dialed in her number.

It rang, but she didn't pick up, and I think my heart broke a little.

I'm not going back to her house, I already caused enough drama over there.

I have caused so much drama with her because of this damn rule that doesn't mean shit to me.

What the fuck is wrong with me? She was all I've ever fucking wanted and it took this long for me to fucking figure it out.

I'm such a fucking dumb ass.

"Fuck" I gritted my teeth while slamming the steering wheel, I laid back in my seat, not taking my eyes off the road.

The ringtone of my phone played and I was surprised to see her name pop up.

My heart raced as I slid the answer button over.

"Bree!" I said, not realizing my voice was loud.

"Are you okay?" She asked, I missed her fucking voice so bad that I could just.. I don't know.

"Yes, I'm fine." I sighed, "not really."

I said with no response, I rather her scream at me than not talk.

"I just miss you.." I said knowing she wouldn't respond, she has no reason to. She shouldn't even be talking to me right now, I'm such a screw up.

"I miss you too Noah." Her words shocked me, but I stayed calm.

"My mom is going crazy, I don't know what to do." I said, desperately wanting her to talk to me, I want her to fucking love me as much as I do her.

"Where are you?" I love how she wants to know where I'm, or that she could possibly be worried about me. Possibly.

"I'm driving, I don't know where the hell I'm going." I said, pushing my hair back. I always do that for some reason.

Ever since Bree pointed it out, I noticed I do it all the time.

"Be careful Noah." She said and I smiled to myself. What the fuck is wrong with me? I'm so fucking crazy for her and she doesn't even know it.

"Can I come over?" I asked knowing she would make an excuse of why I can't.

"I'm not home, I'm I'm in Georgia with my grandparents." She chuckled and that's all I wanted to hear from her.
I want to hear her laugh, and I want to see her smile, and I want to see her wake up with messy hair in the mornings, and I want to be able to kiss her all the damn time whenever I want, I want her to be mine and only mine, and I want to not care what people think about me, and I want her to know that I fucking love her and she's all I want anymore, she's all I have anymore. We'll, I don't really have her anymore.

I pushed my thoughts away and focused on what she said to me.

She's in Georgia? With her grandparents? That's not far from Florida..

"Bree, I can come down there!" I said, and I heard her sigh in the background.

"Noah, I'm trying to avoid you the best I can, and your making it harder.."