B For Bad Boy

Chapter Eleven: Don't Mind Me If I'm Wrong

Literally, i wrote this whole chapter crying because some friends of mine had been constantly betraying me and breaking my heart and i don't want to call them my friends anymore. But now my mood is kind of lightening as i've been seeing Mean Girls lately. Honestly, my favorite part is when Regina gets hit by the yellow school bus.

Anyways, Merry (early) Christmas everybody. Hope you spend a beautiful jingle bell time with turkeys and cakes and Santa gifts.

And also i want to dedicate this chapter for @LEPalphreyman because your blog about 5 Ways to Stay Motivated as a Writer helped me sooo much. Thank you so much that you had written this beautiful inspiring thing for all time frustrated writers like me. Enjoy reading!

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Chapter Eleven: Don't Mind Me If I'm Wrong

Blake released himself on one of our couch and sat cross legged, his hands resting on the arm of the couch and a face so serious that I wonder if I had ever seen that. I sit down at a couch to the opposite of his ones and waited for him to talk first.

He shuffled uncomfortably. I thought about starting the conversation but it's him who began the fuss and he has to make one all the time that's why I stayed silent. At the point when I thought about standing up and walk into my room, Blake spoke for the first time, his voice quiet.

"What were you doing with Jayden Flynn?"

I breathed like an winded rhinoceros. Who the hell is he to tell me what to do or not to do? "Why are you asking me this?"

"Just because. Are you going to answer me?"

"No." I stood up, attempting to leave. He could be one of the popular brats in school or the best student also but he couldn't dominate me by any threats. I wouldn't bear it. Blake and I are almost same besides the difference of one year. One year older than me doesn't mean he can say anything above me.

Walking towards the door to escape from this, I predict what he was gonna do and to no surprise, he does. Standing up, Blake growled and his words struck me like lightning bolt.

"Do you still want to answer me for being a whore or are you simply gonna leave without saying anything like a coward?"

The words make me root on the ground as I turned around, my eyes stinging in angry tears. I swallowed them, not knowing what answer I have to give him. "What to do you need from me?" I muttered.

They don't even reach close to his stone-like emotions. "I asked you before. What were you doing with Jayden Flynn?"

"Even if I fuck him, what would you do?" My voice raised a bit higher and my body shook in anger. 

Blake's eyes widen in distaste when I took a step forward, not knowing what I was doing in that moment. My mind went blank as I screamed.

"You call me whore! Have you ever thought what you do? Bringing random girls everyday in our house just to have fun when mom or dad is not here to see what you've been up to! You don't deserve to call someone whore when you are a one! I am a coward and I don't care! At least I'm not a pleasure seeker like you who runs after girls 24/7 just for keeping up with the reputation!"

I leave him thunderstruck there, going for upstairs. I didn't have the energy to talk to him anymore. Slamming the door of my room, I let my body give up on the floor, having no one to comfort me in the moment and started crying, letting everything out. For the fact that my brother calling me a whore, for regretting coming with Jayden, for everything.