My Bad Boy Best Friend

Chapter 11: And when exactly did we start talking about unicorns?

"You're terrible at this." He sighed. It wasn't a frustrated sigh. It was more of an amused sigh. He was patient with me. Exactly how he expected me to be with the subject. He wanted me to be kind to the subject. Treat it well. Because only then would it be kind to me.

"Do you think this is funny?" I asked, pointedly. I was almost offended. Almost. I couldn't be mad at him. He was really nice. Overall, he was just a really nice guy.

"A little, I'm sorry. I know you're trying but--gosh Lex, you weren't lying when you said you needed help." He laughed a little.

"You're a jerk! Just like the rest of them." I was pissed? A little bit? I didn't hate him for it, I was pissed at myself for being so painfully hopeless at calculus.

"Lex--"

"Next time I'll just ask my asshat of an ex to help me egg the inside of your car."

"What the fuck?" He looked mortified. His big blue-ish eyes were bulging, fear displayed in them. And that's when I realized what I'd just suggested.

"I'm sorry, I promise I won't do that, I know you're just trying to help me--and that your car's your happy place, I'm sorry I wasn't thinking." I hated how careless I had been. I could've been nice to him for being so patient with me but no! I lashed out.

"So my car's safe?" He was hesitant.

"For now." I smirked.

"Wow, you really are quite terrifying." He whispered.

"So are you going to continue helping me with calculus?"

"Is that a request or a threat?" He chuckled nervously.

"Please?"

"Yeah I'll help you. But I have to go somewhere now, so we'll continue tomorrow morning." He smiled, sadly?

"Where?" I was curious.

"My mother wanted to see me and she's in town for the night." Oh. Oh no. Oh this is not good?

"Are you going to be okay?" I asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I should be. We haven't met in a few months so I'm guessing this is just to check on me, see if I'm doing okay." He rubbed his face and I heard him cuss under his breath. He was scared? He didn't even really have to tell me. He wasn't looking forward to this. Not in the slightest. "Lex, I don't wanna do this." He said shaking his head. "I can't do this," he whispered, almost desperately.

"Hey, hey, you're going to be okay." I said, taking his shaky hand, "I know you're going to be okay," I squeezed his fingers in mine.

"I--I'm shaking already." He sighed. Disappointed in himself?

"No--no, you're okay." I comforted him.

"I'm not okay." He wasn't okay.

"You can do this."

It still affected him. It still got really bad sometimes. I felt my heart ache for him. He deserved better than this. He deserved so much better. I didn't want him to hurt so much. He didn't deserve this feeling.

"Lex, I'm sorry." His voice softened.

"No, don't be sorry, I'm here for you, I want to be here for you." I wrapped my arms around him and held him close to me.

"I didn't want you to see me this way again." I didn't know what to say. I didn't like seeing him this way. He was hurting and I never really understood how to make it stop.

"It's okay, I just want you to feel better." I said, kissing his cheek.

"I--I should go. I'm sorry?" He said, as he got off the bed and wiped his cheeks.