Burning me

Chapter nine - Axel

Jesus, I had no clue why did I care. I was just... no...

And to think I stayed away for two weeks just so I didn't get too close, but I already got too damn close in that week. Fuck!

"If you don't plan on answering, you know where the door it." She pointed to the entrance way.

I wrinkled my nose and thought of an explanation to what was wrong with my head.

I was just overreacting. Definitely! I had no idea why I cared about her, she was just another girl, right?

My eyes traveled across the room and settled on the painted walls which had a free styled design of a colorful forest, with even rainbows and fluffy clouds. I stared in awe and admiration at the walls, at how real and natural it looked. Even with the little rainbow, it said a story. An interesting story.

"They look amazing," I said actually admiring them.

"Why are you here?" She sighed in defeat.

I turned at her and frowned, practically forgetting about the past two weeks. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Her brows furrowed as she glared at me. "I don't know, maybe because two weeks ago you suddenly stopped? Or maybe because after two weeks of avoiding me, you finally talked to me. And you just asked me what I want!"

She threw a cup at me and I caught it before it hit my face like the flip-flop. "You're a jerk, Tristan. I thought we were friends," She closed her eyes pursing her lips in annoyance. Why did I have the feeling she wanted to say something? "I want you to get out."

I looked at her, trying to find words to make the situation better, but I couldn't find any. I couldn't assure her. It was like all words got stuck on the tip of my tongue.

I could feel her disappointment and for the first time in years, I actually cared about a girl who wasn't my family. I felt my heart ache and I realized what I did by ignoring and avoiding her for two weeks straight might've just made things worse.

God, I was such a pussy.

I closed my eyes and inhaled sharply. When I opened my eyes she wasn't even turned at me. She was turned at the stove, her back muscles tensed as she rested her hands on the counter. I placed the cup on the counter before I got my ass out of her house.

Placing my hand over my heart, I felt a stupid ache I've never felt before. Two weeks before when I practically ditched her, I felt it as well, but it wasn't like this. It felt like I was stung by a bee then. Now, it feels as if I just got slowly stabbed with a small dagger.

I groaned and tried to ignore it as I walked to my plain boring house. My first destination was my bed. Successfully, I fell asleep with only one person in my mind.

My freckles.

***

"Dude, you look like shit!" Dwight slaps my shoulder.

I groaned in annoyance. "Fuck off!"

"Oh, you're moody too," He laughed at me as we sat in class. "What crawled up your ass and died?"

I pinched the bridge of my nose and gulped my tiredness. I could barely sleep at how much I tossed and turned in bed. "Who do you think she's going out with?" I asked looking at him with the corner of my eye.