How do you control your future when your future is controlled by the past?
That's a question Dylan Foster has been struggling to answer for years. His parents are dead. But the family feud with a violent gang is still very much alive, and they're a...
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"Where the hell have you been?"
I look up at the taller man and instantly smile. He hasn't changed at all. Then again, it's only been a few months since we last saw each other.
"You should know by now that I don't chase after anyone, especially men, " I tease as I walk up to Jonothan and pat his chest.
"Oh I do, but I'm not just any man now, am I?" He grins cockily.
"Please, you're just as boring as any other," I playfully roll my eyes and walk past him and sit in one of the nearby cars that had its doors ripped off. He comes and sits in the driver seat of the old, beaten up Acura and looks over at me with a sigh.
"So, what happened?" He asks.
• • •
"Just fuck off, Jonothan!" I jab my finger into his chest. He looks down at me, confusion scribbled across his face. Of course, he's confused. Hell, even I am.
I opened up to him. And I wish I hadn't. Because opening up to someone makes me vulnerable. It makes me weak. It makes me an easy target since now he knows my weaknesses. God, I'm so fucking stupid!
I really loved him, but now I have to leave.
"What did I do?" He pleads as I begin to walk away.
"Nothing," I say vaguely, "I have to go."
He didn't do anything wrong. He did something a good friend would do. He listened.
• • •
I chew on my bottom lip for a moment before releasing a heavy breath.
"I shouldn't have treated you like that, Jono. It was fucked up, I mean, you're the only one who's been here for me. I'm sorry," I admit, looking everywhere but his eyes. I feel horrible. I don't normally care about anyone else and their feelings but Jonathan's different. I know I can trust him; I don't know why I freaked out.
"I tried to call you but you never answered. And I thought you hated me so I didn't come to see you." His tone is quiet as a muscle in his jaw tightens, his eyes directed at the steering wheel.
He likes me, really likes me. But do I feel the same way? Yes and no.
Yes, because he's funny, he's smart, goofy, and hot. Very hot.
And no, because I know the feelings will go away just as quick as I caught them. It's just a little crush.
Plus, I've tried the whole dating thing and let me tell you, it didn't end well. Ended up breaking the poor kid's heart.
"I know... I just thought it would be better that way," I sigh. I don't want to hurt him. I really don't. "How's work going, anyway?" I feel like changing the subject is the best thing to do right now because honestly, I'm not down to have another sappy talk about how shit our lives are.
