Lost After Midnight

•Anger•

{•Edited•}
~Amor's POV~

"So how did the date go? I'm surprised you actually went," Nina says, sitting bed berry yogurt. "And he doesn't seem like he'd be your type at all; you know, with all the girls after him and his past conquests."
"He's a good guy," I tell her. "And I had a good time for the first time in a long time. I don't know what's going to happen with him, but it was nice to at least not be...me for one night." Marcus walks up with Adriel close behind, his head down. They sit down without talking, not one little peep comes from neither of them.
"What's going on?" Nina says, side-eyeing me. Marcus just shakes his head. Adriel gets up and starts walking away.
"Come back!" Marcus yells after him. He doesn't turn around or stop, just keeps going until we can't see him anymore. "He's just having one of those days. I told him he should talk to the counselor, but he doesn't want to." I remember what he told me about his anger issues and sometimes wanting to punch someones face in.
"Don't you think you should try talking to him? Try to calm him down?" I suggest. He shakes his head and so does Nina.
"We've both tried that, it didn't end well. You can give it a shot though," he says. I look away from him, sighing. "Surprisingly, I don't think he'd hurt you." Great, so he actually does hurt people when he's mad.
I get up and start in the direction he did, trying to get through the crowds of people as fast as I can. After a few minutes of speed walking, I finally see him going inside one of the last classrooms. Going in after him, he sets down his bag and leans against one of the tables, running his hands down his face. He looks exhausted and in pain.
"You should really get out of here," he says, finally looking up at me. His eyes are red and his lips are swollen as if he had been crying.
"W-what's wrong?" I ask, trying to be careful as I slowly make my way closer to him. He closes his eyes, tilting his head back and clenching the edge of the desk so hard his knuckles are white.
"Nothing, just get out of here, Amor," he tells me, his tone now more irritated. I scoff, shaking my head at him. His eyes harden when he looks back at me.
"So when I don't want to talk you force me to, but when it's the other way around I have to leave?" His jaw ticks as he straightens up. "That's not fair. You want me to be a hundred percent with you when you only give fifty."
"I just want to talk to you about this," he snaps. "So what? I can make you more depressed by throwing my shot on you? So please get your suicidal ass out of here, because I don't want to talk about it." My eyes sting with tears at his words. Get your suicidal ass out of here. Suicidal.
"You're such a jerk," I say, grabbing my bag from where I left it on the table.
"Well maybe you shouldn't open up to people so easily," he says.
"I don't," I say. "You just made me feel like I could, but fuck you for making me think I could. Maybe if you did it, you wouldn't be such an asshole."
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~Adriel's POV~

     Julia moans loudly as he hands scratch my at chest, throwing her head back. My hips raise hard against her as she comes down, my hands gripping her waist. Sweat beads our bodies, our faces red. She clenches around me, screaming as she reaches her climax. Collapsing on top of me, I take shaky breaths.
    "That was great," she says, breathing harshly.
     "Sure." It was good but not as good as it used to be. She used to be a great distraction; her liking it rough was a good way for me to get my anger out without actually hurting her.
     Last night my father decided to wake me up in the middle of the night with his belt after coming home shit faced from his date. It hurts worse when you're least expecting it. I woke up pissed off and shit everyone out. I took it too far with Amor though. The anger was replaced with guilt once those tears formed in her eyes.
     "You just made me feel like I could, but fuck you for making me think I could," she said. Those words broke my heart, knowing that I've made her feel that way because I'm a closed off jackass. She can open up to me, let me know how she's feeling, but I've made her feel the complete opposite.
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                        ~Amor's POV~

     I made sure that by the time I got home there was no chase that I had been crying earlier. What Adriel said hit me hard and the only way I could react was to break down.
     I'm stupid for believing I could open up to someone like him. He made me feel comfortable and let him in. He gave me the illusion that maybe I could be happy and get better.
     "There she is," my mom says, standing up from the couch. My dad stands with his arms crossed over his chest. Shocking me, my birth mom, Jaxon, stands up from the couch. Could this day get any worse? Tears well up in my eyes again.
     "Hi," she says. I back away towards the door again. Being around her is the worst thing for me right now.
    "I have to go," I say, my voice cracking.
    "You just got here."
    "I-I need to go see Dr.Luz," I say, looking directly at my dad. He nods. "Can you drive me? I don't feel like driving." More like I don't trust myself too. Right now, I would probably purposefully drive off a bridge or something.
    "Of course," he says.
    "Come on, you don't need to see a therapist-"
    "Yes I do, Jax," I say. Her eyes widen at me just using her name. "I do need to see a therapist, sorry if that makes me weird. I'll be in the car waiting."

AN: This chapter was all over the place. Adriel finally lost his shit, in a very low key way, this is nothing compared to what might happen in the future. I hope you guys enjoyed!
    Question: What did you think of Adriel in this chapter? How do you think this will affect Amor and him?
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