Waves at once

Chapter 22

***Trigger warning***
- mentions of cutting and depression in a negative context - do not read if uncomfortable!!!! 

Skeletons

"Yeah, dude. I think your boyfriend doesn't like me" Foxy says as we sit outside, sipping drinks out of the red solo cups.

"He doesn't like anyone these days" I mutter irritably as I lean back on the comfortable sofa.

Fox was hosting a small, intimate party with a few of his close friends. It was a bit of a drive but I needed to get away from my usual setting

"Do I sense shade?" He raises his thick eyebrow and I shake my head as I roll my eyes sipping on the warm drink

"If that's what you want to call it" I sigh; I could feel myself getting drowsy as Fox watched me carefully from the couch opposite me.

It had been weeks and Oliver hadn't seemed to be warming into me. I don't know what happened. I really didn't know and it didn't seem like he intended on telling me anytime soon. He had been distancing himself from me, I rarely got to see him and when I did he was cold and stand-offish. As if I were some stranger to him.

"What's wrong?" He ask as he sits up slightly while waiting patiently for me to answer

"It's nothing" I answer quickly, not really wanting to talk about my issues. It would be weird and unnecessary really "Really, it's nothing" I reassure him and I know he doesn't believe me, but I also know he won't push me.

"You're very difficult, you know that Jules" He says as he points an accusing finger to me .I frown while I stare at him, confused with his abrupt statement.

"How so?"I ask, not really impressed with the accusation

"When was the last time you opened up to someone, like really opened up" He ask and I begin to shift in discomfort while I keep a cool face

"There's nothing to open up about" I had gone from mu casual and cool self to somewhat formal and defensive

"Bullshit, there's always something to open up about, and in your case. There's  a lot" He says starring at me as if I were some dumb creature

"Fox, I'm fine. Really"

"No you're not and everyone can see it... or at least I can. You act like you're perfect but everyone knows you're just closing the closet full of your skeletons-"
"Fox-"
"-And it's okay, we all have issues Ju. You're so caught up in being perfect and shit that you won't even allow yourself to make a mistake-"

"I'm leaving" I answer as I stand up quickly, fixing my outfit as I begin to walk out, sending Paul a quick message.

"Really Juliet, can't handle the truth?" He follows behind me briskly

"You're fucking drunk" I spit at him "And I can, handle anything that's thrown at me. So shut the fuck and stop commenting on matters that don't involve you!" I snarled viciously and he stops in his tracks. Taken back by my sudden outburst. We stare at each other for a moment as I wait for Paul to arrive.

"Aren't your true colors just beautiful" He smiles at me bitterly and I feel my cheeks
heat up as I ball my fists in my one hand, squeezing the red cup tightly in the other.

"For someone who's taking anti-depressants every day, you sure do have a lot to say about my life" I comment sharply as I tilt my head, starring him dead in the eye. The colour on his face washes away as he watches me, shocked.  "I mean, at least I can hold myself together and not slit my wrists" He had gone completely silent, suddenly there were no words "So sort out your own issues before you try tell me how to deal with mine" Those are the last words I spit out before entering my warm SUV.

My words were harsh but I felt no remorse.
No one makes a fool out of me.