The Wrong Best Friend

Chapter Forty Five: Stars And Scars

CHAPTER 45: Stars And Scars.

"It's just wrong enough to make it feel right."
-Taylor Swift.

I try to suppress a grin. It's not my fault he reminded me of Christian Grey in that moment. But it was probably not a good idea to smile right now, knowing how riled up he was. Why? I'm yet to figure out. His eyes darken even more if possible and my smile is immediately wiped off, making me take a step back.

"Do you think this is funny? You think making me worry is fun? You think wandering in a place you barely know in the dark alone is fun? I'm guessing you have a penchant for this kind of thing Emmerson." his voice keeps raising higher and higher and my mind blanks out recalling the day when he had to come and fetch me from a diner I barely knew about.

"Where the fuck you even were? You don't even know this place. Tell me Eleanor what gave you the bright idea to stroll around in a place you literally just stepped in?"

Who the fuck does he think he is talking to me like that that? My dad? Well surprise surprise not even my dad gives a shit about me. When I don't answer, he takes three long strides towards me and then by grabbing me by my shoulders he lightly shakes me.

"Tell me where the fuck have you been?" I look into his wild concerned eyes and hair that looked like he ran his hand too many times through them worried. I feel guilty even though I shouldn't. Why should he care where I go? Isn't that my mother's job? A jolt of anger passes through me but I stay still, afraid of saying the wrong thing. Cause there are so many things that we always leave unsaid between us and this time I don't want it to be an exception.

When I don't answer he groans, pacing back and forth before me.

"Do you have any idea how scared I was? I've been worried sick Eleanor." He runs his hands through his hair and my breath halts .

"Why"?

When he turns his back to me and doesn't answer, I huff frustrated. I grab his arm and harshly turn him to face me. He wants answers? He'll get them. But then I get to have mine too. Now I was purely driven by adrenaline and I knew when it wears off, I was going to be so so sorry about my dumb self.

"Tell me why Luke? Why the fuck were you worried? Tell me what the fuck is going on between us? One minute you're all over me and then the other you ignore me like you don't even know me. I'm so sick of your mixed signals, so you want answers? You don't get one until you give me mine first!"

My breathing is ragged and he stares into my eyes as if searching for something. And I hope he finds whatever he's searching for, to get him to answer. Cause it's getting tiring. The back and forth between us. This dance of ignorance we keep playing. My fists curl and my stomach churns as I await his reply. This is it. This is when he finally gets to make the call.

"ANSWER ME LUKE!" I yell frustrated and as if something breaks within him too, he steps forward and answers.

"Because dammit I like you. I like someone who isn't supposed to be mine. I like someone who is the girlfriend of my own damn bestfriend!"

I gasp and suddenly everything turns silent around us. All the charged air that enveloped us is suddenly sucked out, leaving us both bare to the raw emotions we've kept months hiding. My hands tremble and I don't know what to say to something I've waited for months. It's like you wait for something for so long and then suddenly when you get it, you don't know what to do with it.