bad boy next door [austin mahone]

Chapter Twenty-Five

~Sierra Sparks~
 
I stay home from school and so does Austin. He doesn't dare go with out me. He won't enjoy school if he can't see my face. He's such a nerd.

I finally got to meet his mom... when on a hospital bed. That's just embarrassing, but she seems really nice. Austin says she already loves me, but I think he's crazy.

"Crazy for you," he'd respond to me when I said it.

I look over at the disc, seeing it still in it's CD container. Should I watch it? Austin isn't here. Now would be perfect.

I think I'm ready. No one is home. Austin left to go shower at his own house so I am alone. It's just weird because I don't feel alone for once.

He says I can look at it whenever I'm ready and I don't think I'll be ready until he's here next to me. So I pull out my laptop, finding a movie online and picking The Notebook. Austin would be back soon, I think. I hope.

I already miss him.

It's weird how when I'm near him he's makes me feel better. He knows how broken I am inside and he doesn't seem to mind. He accepts it. He is fine with who I am.

"Hey, I brought you some soup," I hear his voice say as he walks in. Austin smiles at me cutely. He wears a white jacket, with a black strip down the sleeve, an a black shirt underneath. His pants are black and his shoes white with black laces. He looks very attractive, making me want to get up and give him a kiss.

But I'm not allowed to move.

He places the soup on the counter next to me, sliding off his jacket. He sets in on my desk chair, before heading back over to my bed.  He smiles at me, making me smile back weakly. He then presses his lips to my for a short yet sweet kiss. His lips made me feel all tingly. It's a weird feeling to get use to.

I like it though. It's not like it's a bad feeling. It just makes me want more of me.

He slides into my bed, under the covers. I move my laptop away. He wraps his arms around my waist, as I turn to lay to face him. One thing I really do enjoy about him is his eyes. I could stare into them and just read him so well.

He rests his forehead, against mine as we continue to look into each others eyes.

"I think we should talk about some stuff," Austin whispers softly. We haven't talked about it since it happened just a few days ago. He wouldn't dare bring it up since I'd been so tired. Recently I've been better and I think now its perfect.

"I suffer from anxiety... it's not that bad," I whisper to him.

"It's bad, Sierra. You put yourself into a hospital," he sighs, looking into my hazel eyes. I frown, now trying to escape his eye contact, but he soon grabs my face.

"Look at me, Sierra!" He says, raising his voice at me. I can feel fear strike throughout my body.  He barely raises his voice at me unless he's really angry. It's always out of the blue too. I didn't expect him to do this.

I flinch at his words. He frowns, getting out the bed quickly. He runs his hands through his hair in frustration. He looks so pissed off. Love? Is that really what he felt right now? Doubt that. He was fine just a minute ago.

"Sierra! In my head is that burning image of you hurting yourself! You aren't okay! I'm doing this to you aren't I? You're hurting because of me! I got involved in your life and you aren't happy. You have never been happy! I'm making you go crazy! This is all my fault... all my fault... all my fault," he mumbles, walking back and forth. I look at the boy in total distress.

"Austin, it's not-"

"Sierra! I know it is! Stop saying it's not!" he yells so loud, I find myself pulling the covers up more in fright. Austin's face relaxes at the sight of me shaking, but it soon gets dark once again.

"I can't do this to you anymore, Sierra. I have to go. Don't try to text me or call me. We're nothing anymore..." he lets out, not even letting me defend myself. He just stomps out. I try to get up to go after him, but I just whimper at my weak legs. I fall to the ground in a heap of tears. I want him to come back since he heard me whimper in pain.

But he doesn't.

He doesn't even look back. His head keeps looking straight, and I hear the door slam downstairs. I know he isn't going to come back. I hope he does. I hope he comes back, saying he's sorry.

But he doesn't.

Austin Mahone. The Bad Boy of San Antonio, Texas left the girl he loves in a heap of tears.

You wanna know why?

Because he's the bad boy next door...