How the hell am I supposed to know who he is, we've had one conversation?
"Umm, his name is Austin. he's new." I say because that's really all I know about him. Jack gives me a disapproving look.
"Then why was he sitting next to you? Did he say something to you?" Jack says
"No, he's actually really sweet. He stood up to Finn for me. I'm sure he will leave me once he figures the school out, though." I say, defending Austin.
"If he's really sweet, then I'm sure he won't leave baby, you can't be afraid to make a friend because of Matt." He says in a soft voice, eyeing me when he says his name.
My body stiffens, he knows damn well we don't talk about him.
"Don't bring him up," I say closing myself off
"Denver, you're going to have to talk about him at some point" Jack tries to point out
"Not today." I try to reason
"Then, when Blake? When are you finally going to open up about how much he really hurt you?" Jack asks raising his voice
"I don't know, Jackson! I would rather never think about him again, so I'm going to my room." I say, standing up and walking out of the room and toward the stairs.
"Well, I'm here when you want to talk about it. I'm sorry for yelling, I'm trying to be more patient." He says, surprising me with the vulnerability.
"It's okay bub, It's just a touchy topic for me; I'm sorry for yelling too," I say, regretting my reaction.
I continue my walk to the stairs only to be interrupted by Jack's voice again, "Oh, and Den."
"yeah," I say rather impatient because my bed is calling my name
"Call me Jackson again, and I'll beat your ass" He threatens
"I bet you will, Jackson" With that, I run up the stairs and close my bedroom door.
I run straight to my bed and curl up to watch TV. Halfway through my show, my phone dings. When I open the message, I expect it to be one of the boys telling me they are on their way home. It's not a coming home text, It's from an unknown number. Who the hell?
UNKNOWN- Hey, pretty boy
No, it can't be. There's only one person on the face of this plant that calls me pretty boy.
DENVER- Austin?
UNKNOWN- You guessed it, How'd you know?
Do I tell him about the nickname? I kind of like it, and if I mention it, he might feel self-conscious about it and stop. At least I can put a name by the number.
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Me and my Brothers
Teen Fiction****UNDER EDITING**** My name is Denver, and I live with my three very overprotective brothers. My life may get crazy at times, but I know that with my brothers by my side anything is possible. A story about a boy trying to find himself while deali...
