Deep Desires (Zayn Malik)

28- July part 2

I bang on the heavy wooden door that I have gone through numerous times. "Clyde I know you are in there!" I yell, hoping he will answer the door.

The relationship that Zayn and I had formed with Clyde crumbled to pieces after Amanda died, he wouldn't stop saying how it was his fault and Zayn and I got tired of it and have been sleeping in his truck.

"What the hell do you want?" Clyde asks, finally letting the door open.

"Watch your mouth, it's getting annoying." I snap. "I'm just here to get the remainder of our stuff."

"Hurry."

"Why? You have some new girl to hook up with? I suppose you have gotten over Amanda now that you have no one right?"

"Trish that doesn't even make sense!"

"Don't call me Trish." I correct him. "That's a name only close friends can use."

"Really? So we aren't even friends anymore? I didn't kill Amanda! Her heart stopped beating, it was her time to go." He's on the brink of tears and honestly I'm sick of crying, sick of seeing other people cry. "I guess." he adds.

"You guess? Clyde she was fifteen, freaking fifteen and didn't know what to do with her life, she was fifteen and tried to commit suicide for the second time in her life. The person she loved most wasn't there and I could only imagine how she felt.

"You don't have a place to say how she felt." He yells, I contemplate whether or not to slap him, I know I will if I look at him any longer so I make my way to the room, grabbing the few things we left and going to the bathroom to grab my hairbrush.

"Trish I'm sorry, I don't want to lose anyone else, it's hard." He says leaning against the hallway wall as I gather the remainder of my things.

"Clyde, you brought this on yourself." I tell him, not wanting to but I need to be a tough person and stop letting people walk all over me.

"I had no idea all this would happen, and what happened to loyal Trish?"

"You can't pity people remember? It makes them feel less human, and that's the last thing I want to do." A smug grin makes it's way across my face, my words were laced with sarcasm and I can tell he gets it now.

"You've changed Trish."

"To be fair so have you." I casually say back, and pat myself on the back for standing up to Clyde. "And not for the good either."

"Why do you have to say that Trish! Making me feel like shit."

"It's not Trish to you, it's Patricia."

"Well whatever Patricia."

"I'm out of here." I snap and walk away from him.

"Fuck." Clyde whispers and grabs my wrists.

"Let go!" I yell.

"I have to, I'm sorry." He says when I'm finally facing him, I don't know what he was thinking when he tried to kiss me.

Well he did kiss me but I kicked him off as soon as he leaned in to me. "What the hell!''

"I've wanted to kiss you since I met you." He admits and I take my hand and slap across his face as hard as possible, I know it hurt him because my hand tingles like someone set it against a vibrating object.

I run out the house and think about turning around to slap him again since he is now chasing after me.

I look behind me as I make my way to the truck and notice that Clyde is closer to me than I thought.