I won't wait (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 3 (Edited)

"Were have you been!", raged my father as I walked through the door. A 6:00 shadow was present on his face and he had dark circles under his eyes. I sighed and set my keys on the counter. He's over working himself again.

"I left you a note. Don't act so surprised that I was gone". This is about the 3rd time he's done this to me since we've moved here. I wish he would just take a sick day so he can relive some of his stress. Maybe I can convince mom to make him take a day off. He needs one.

"I got the note, and I also texted you about five times!" I was kind of ... Busy. Damn I'm so tiered. I don't have time for this.

"Look, dad. I'm tired and I don't have time for this". I knew I shouldn't talk back to him, but I was already done for the day. I needed to sleep.

His mouth opened and closed before he deeply sighed. "We need to talk". It looked serious but I didn't have anymore space on my shoulders right now.

"Later dad. I can't right now". He looked at me with stern eyes and then turned away. My dad actually let me have what I needed. Space. For once in his life he understood me, what the hell is going on today?

I laid in my bed wondering what was wrong with my life. I stared at the black blanket laying against the white sheets like it was going to have the answers to my problems. I stood up causing the wooden floor to creak a little. My ceiling was slanted, meaning that I could touch the lowest parts of it, so I did. I ran my fingers along it until I had to stand on my tippy toes. I sat in my computer chair going online hoping that I'd find some relief. None at all. I stocked my friends social media, I miss her so much, why'd I have to move? I groaned leaning back in the chair. Why was everything so damn complicated?

I'm craving Derek's company. I want to talk to him some more, actually I want to do more than just talk to him. That's what's scaring me. I don't want to like this guy, he seems rude, creepy, possessive, and arrogant. Why would I want someone like that? Looks aren't everything, but my oh my is he fine, and he likes me. He doesn't even know why he does; I'm pretty sure this is just a phase of his when he meets someone new. Shit, no it's not. Who does this when they meet someone new? No one that I've ever known. I admit it, I want him a little more than I should, and I just may be ashamed of that.

I went into my bathroom drenching my face in water. I looked up to see hickeys on my neck. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Why are these there? I created a dent in the wall by punching it. My knuckles were bloody, my face and hair was wet, and I had hickeys on my neck. I look crazy. How did my dad not notice them? The last boyfriend I had he saw them as soon as he took one look at me. I'm fucked.

Why him? Out of all people to take an interest in me. Why him?

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(I know this is short, and I am sorry for that. I just wanted to let you know that the next few chapters will be what was going on in Derek's head when he saw Jess)