The Boy 3 Doors Down

Chapter Eleven: Abs For Days - UNEDITED

He finally met my eyes again, as if he was terrified that if he looked at me I would turn into Godzilla and bite his head off-which is how I kind of felt when I saw his butt on my couch. But now, I just felt bad for him, which I shouldn't but I couldn't help it.

"Is that all you have to say?" I raised an eyebrow, trying to seem tough and make him own up to what he did. I needed to hear him say it.

"No! No. I wrote down this entire paragraph of things to say," He pulled out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to me. "but, now that I got the chance to say everything, it just seems so...useless." He looked away, back at the counter-space.

I just stared at the side of his face, befuddled by what just came out of his mouth. I balled up the paper in my fist and stood up from my seat, suddenly feeling a wave of heat sprout from my gut and travel all the way up to my neck.

"Useless?! Useless!" He snapped his head back at me, taken aback by the tone of my voice. He opened his mouth to speak, but I shut him down immediately, I didn't want to hear another word come out of his mouth. "So apologizing to me is useless?! Just like how I almost got my virginity ripped from me-useless? You just don't care about anyone except the big-headed, jackass sitting in front of me, do you?" By now he looked like he just saw a ghost, but I didn't care, I wanted him to feel what I felt.

"You're pathetic." I spat. "Coming into my house, handing me this stupid piece of paper thinking I would read it and you wouldn't have to say a word and I would just forgive you. Do you even know what you could've done? You could've sexually assaulted me Chase! I could send you to jail for just attempting. And worst of all you could've scarred me for life, but no, of course the big popular football player doesnt give a shit about the girl next door."

He tried to speak but I shook my head. I realized that a tear escaped my right eye, but I wiped it away as quickly as I could. "Get out."

"Lauren..." He started, but I just ignored him and stepped to the side, making way for him to get to the door.

He looked back at me for redemption, but I just crossed my arms over my chest and tried to glare as hard as I could. He opened his mouth to speak again, but stopped and turned towards the door. I could see his back muscles tense, and he ran two hands through his hair before rushing out the door and slamming it shut.

After he left I collapsed onto the kitchen floor, bawling my eyes out, I didn't even know why I was crying but it felt good, to let it all out.

I'd forgotten about everyone else in the other room until I felt a pair of muscular arms wrap around me and pull my body closer into them. I didn't even need to open my eyes to know who it was, I could smell his cologne waft into my nostrils and it comforted me more than any physical thing could. And I just let him hug me because it was the only thing that felt better than crying.

He lightly rested his chin on top of my head and started rubbing my back, up and down, with his fingertips. I was sitting sideways, fetal position, on his lap, and even though everything felt like crap I couldn't help think that I was sitting in Austin Clasin's lap sobbing into his shirt, what the hell.

After the sobs turned into sniffles I apologized for ruining his shirt. "It's just tears Lauren, and if I were the judge I'd say my shirt isn't worth your tears." He smiled and looked down at me, still stroking my back.

I laughed a short, low laugh, but a laugh nonetheless. He always knew how to make me laugh, even in the suckiest times. "And Chase," He looked up and sighed. "Isn't worth them either, okay? No guy is."

I rested my head back on his chest and grabbed his shirt tighter, I didn't want him to move, I wanted to stay like this forever. And as if he read my mind he said, "I'm not going anywhere, I'm right here."