~Can You Fix The Broken~ [Monty De La Cruz]

.Chapter 8

We were so close, only inches apart, maybe less. I saw his eyes dart to my lips, and I caught myself doing the same.
"We shouldn't do this." He whispered, but he didn't move away.
"We definitely shouldn't do this." I replied, breathing heavily.
I then felt his lips press onto mine, and I didn't delay kissing him back, my hands linking together behind his neck as his attached to my hips, bringing them closer. His fingertips tugged at the rim of my hoodie before pulling it up and over my head, wasting no time as his lips found their way instantly back to mine. His top was next to come off, flying across the room as soon as it was off over his head, and I had full view of his chest, each defined ab and his rock-hard muscular chest. I ran my fingers over it as I made my way down to his trousers, unzipping them.
"Fuck, Sadie." He breathed, "We can't."
He pulled away, his eyes brimmed with devastated tears, but he swallowed them away.
"Why?" I asked him, bringing my hands back up to his shoulders.
   I knew what he would say, but I wanted him to say it so I was sure.
"I'm bad for you. I'll ruin you."
"You can't ruin me, Monty."
"Yes. I can."
He walked away and retrieved his t-shirt from the floor, throwing it over his head. I, too, picked my hoodie up from the ground and put it back on, then I fell back onto the couch with my arms stubbornly folded.
"I'm sorry." I heard him say, still standing in the corner.
"It's fine." It wasn't fine.

For the next fifteen minutes, we awkwardly sat in silence, waiting for Tony to come back. The conversation was non-existent, and when we heard Tony's mustang pull up outside, both of us took a deep sigh of relief. However, during that time in silence, it had given me time to overthink what had just happened. Was it something I did? Or was he just not feeling it? But what if I was a bad kisser? Could I have done something wrong? Did I turn him off?
The door swung open as Tony walked in, three pizza boxes stacked in one hand, in the other a bag of chips and sauces he picked up from the shops on the way back. He seemed baffled by the silence and uncomfortable atmosphere he'd walked into, but didn't thankfully comment on it.
He through the pizzas down on the countertop, "I picked up pepperoni, vegetarian and margarita pizza."
"Veggie?" Monty scoffed, an eyebrow raised at him.
"Yes, I'm a vegetarian." Tony snapped back, smiling sarcastically at him.
I signalled to the fridge, "Can you pass me a beer?"
"Yeah." Tony said, reaching for one, "Monty you want one?"
He hesitated, "Sure. Why the fuck not?"
   We were both passed a beer, Tony also having one for himself and taking a large sip before reaching for a pizza slice. I did the same, taking what looked like the largest slice of pepperoni, just to have a dig at Monty who I noticed had been eying up that slice as soon as Tony opened the box. He glared at me, and I flashed him a sarcastic lipped smile.
   Yeah, maybe I was being a bit bitchy, but I found it amusing.
"Monty," Tony started, dragging his name out a little, "Can I ask you a serious question?"
He shrugged, finishing his bite, "Depends."
"Where's your mom? And your sisters?" He blurred out, almost causing Monty to choke.
"What?" He sounded angry, and his face said so too, but kept his composure.
Tony was chill, unphased by his outburst, "You heard me Montgomery."
   I'd known Tony was curious about this just as much as I was, but I was unlike him to just blare out such a bold question when he'd told me to leave it alone a bit. I just sat there and continued to eat my pizza, reaching for another one straight after as I watched it as if it was a pantomime.
"Firstly, I have one sister." He snapped, his teeth gritted together, "And secondly, that's none of your fucking business."
   Hold up, he said sisters to me yesterday outside school, so why now was he covering it up. What was he hiding? I sat forward in my chair, flashing a doubtful look at Tony, who mirrored it right back at me.
"Really?" Tony scoffed, "Then why did you say sisters yesterday? And then ran away once you slipped up."
   Monty's lips formed a tight line, his head bowing down shamefully as he inhaled sharply. He knew he'd been caught out.
"Fine. You caught me." He said to us, not daring to meet us in the eyes, "But I'm not telling you anything else."
   He then got up from his seat and stormed towards the door, his hands in fists and his jaw clenched firmly. Tony then dashed to the door, blocking it just as Monty was about to leave: he knew that if Monty left, he would end up doing something he would definitely regret.
"Let me go." He growled, squaring up to Tony, but Tony didn't move.
"No." He said back, and Monty grabbed his shirt, almost ripping the material as he pulled him closer.
"If I have to beat your fucking ass, then that's what I'll do until you can't stop me from leaving." Monty threatened, and I took this as my queue to get involved.
I approached them, my shoes sounding on the cold concrete ground, "Seriously, Monty?" He looked over at me, his teeth gritted together, "That's how you get out of every situation? Beat someone up?"
   He didn't say anything, but he did let go of Tony's shirt, pushing him back towards the wall as he did so.
"Grow the fuck up." I spat, standing opposite him, "Because that's pathetic."
   Even though he didn't show it, my words definitely hurt him. I saw his jaw twitch and his expression softened a little, as well as his balled fists loosening. His head turned the other way regretfully, but I lifted my hand to his face and redirected it to face me — I felt him jump a little at my touch.
"Stop it." He said to me, grasping the fact that I was emotionally manipulating him, but he didn't remove my hand, but let it stay there instead.
I titled my head at him, "Why say that when you don't mean it?"
Tony stepped forward and rested his hand on Monty's shoulder, "Come. Sit. I didn't buy this pizza to be wasted."
"Fine."