The badboy STOLE my phone

Part Thirteen

It was almost one in the morning, tissues and Oreo packets were strewn across the floor, sounds from the third horror movie blasted from the screen but none of that made me flinch or even bat an eyelash.

I laughed when teens got killed and cried when they had cute romantic moments.

I was lying on my side with stained cheeks and stained hoodies, I curled up in a ball feeling another mental breakdown coming but this time I was ready, that happens when you have twelve mental breakdowns in one night and counting.

I clutched my stomach again as I ran to the bathroom letting out all the Oreos I've even in the past few hours.

I slowly walked back to the couch, my head was dizzy but before I could even hit the comfy mattress a loud bang on the door echoed throughout the house feeling glad that no one was home to see me buy two boxes of pizza for myself.

I grabbed my money from the counter ready the pay the delivery guy opening the door to my Zach.

A sour expression struck across my face, "unless you're hiding pizza behind your back could you leave," I said annoyed but softly looking past him.

"I might not be pizza but I want to talk to you princess," I shot him a look cringing but smiling at the nickname he had given me.

I let go of the door and stepped aside to let him in, he looked at me intently studying my face.

"What's wrong?" He said so gently you could miss it.

I looked away swiftly but Zach lifted my chin so I would meet his eyes before he pulled me into a hug as I silently sobbed into his arms.

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I explained everything to him, every heartbreaking and excruciating detail and he listened to everything once in a while nodding, as I finished my story sighing and falling back onto the couch.

"He doesn't deserve you princess, you know what fuck him!" He exclaimed.

"Wait! Wait, don't fuck him," Zach yelled jumping out of the chair, "y-you know what I mean" Zach stuttered looking in the distance as I giggled.

"It's cute," I said glancing around the room, "the stutter" I explained.

He rolled his eyes joining me on the couch resting next to me, ignoring all the trash I left on the couch and ground tonight.

He grabbed the remote pressing play.

A few minutes passed and I could feel the strange look Zach was giving me burning a hole in the back of my head.

"What is it?" I asked nervously, my insecurity taking over me.

"It's nothing, I just never pegged you for a horror fanatic."

"Yeah, I've always loved them," I replied, a small smile playing on my lips.

"Don't get me wrong I do love a good romantic movie."

Zach groans at the word of anything about love.

"You're lucky I was in the mood for a horror movie marathon," I teased resting my head against his chest.

I could feel his tensing up and his heartbeat was racing.

Realizing what I had just done made me freak out, at least on the inside, we just stayed there for a few very long and awkward minutes not knowing what to say or do.

Suddenly the doorbell making me abruptly stand up.

I opened the door and it was the pizza guy, hanging him the money and telling him to keep the change, I grabbed the food clutching it tight and placing it on the table sitting right in front of the couch.