My Bad Boy Best Friend

Chapter 18: Because we did.

My eyes shot open as my alarm blared. Exhausted, I dragged myself out of bed. Replaying the previous day in my head. I had gone from being surprised at Nick's weird soft behaviour to nearly throwing myself at him. The memories were all fuzzy and unclear.

The morning passed by in a blur. It was like working my way out of a hangover, but messier.

My eyes searched for Tytan as I stepped into school. He had to be somewhere, right? But what did it matter? It's not like we were friends anymore. It's not like we'd ever go back to being like that. At least not the very next day.

"Morning Lex!" Mae pulled me into her arms. Hugging me, almost vengefully. She wasn't particularly a hugger.

"What got into you?" I asked with a snort.

"Oh, I heard about you and Tytan. Tragic, honestly. Is he a good fuck, though? I mean, he's not bad looking or anything, I just thought you had better taste--" my cheeks heated up as I pulled away from her.

"Uh--who told you that?" Rage clogged my veins and all I saw in that moment was a blinding fire.

"Oh, nobody specific, but there's rumors. I mean, he's always around you, what else could've snowballed into hatred? Besides, Tytan may have let it slip."

"Mae, it's deeper than that--"

"Oh, I bet." She grinned.

"You know what, I don't care. I don't want to know what he's been saying about me. It doesn't matter." I shook my head.

"He said you begged him for it."

"Yeah. Sure." I snorted.

"I believe it. Tytan's gorgeous." She sighed.

"Mae, I'm not in the mood."

"Have you seen Nick?" She asked. That woke me up. Why did Mae want to know where my ex was? Somehow that was more outrageous than some rumor.

"Uh--why do you care?" I snapped.

"I just thought you'd know. You two seemed pretty close yesterday."

"Yeah, well, we're not."

"You seem to be having a problem getting people to stay. I mean, you couldn't make it work with Danny and then you practically jumped from Nick to Tytan--"

"Alright, I'm going to go to class now, goodbye Mae." I figured something was up with her. She wasn't a heartless bitch. That was my job. Maybe the affection overload was just compensation for her crappy mood.

I shared my first class with the man himself, Tytan Dean Blackriver. I just wanted to see him. Make sure he was doing okay. Despite everything, I still cared. I always would. Or at least I hoped I always would. And maybe if he was around, just around, I'd feel like he was really there. For me. That I would always be there for him. For my best friend, if we were ever going to be that again.

I made my way to class, hoping I'd catch him there and steal a conversation. Last night couldn't have been it. We had so much more to us. We did? Right? My heart thumped uncomfortably as I made my way to class through the crowded hallways.

I was early. Just as planned. And he was there. A plain white t-shirt, no leather jacket. A casual pair of jeans. He looked like he'd just woken up. His ruffled hair stuck out wildly. Still fluffy and shiny.

There were so many things I wanted to say to him. Badboy, I nearly slept with Nick Lovestone last night because I missed you and I didn't know how to feel like me anymore. Badboy, my parents are fighting and they won't tell me about what. Badboy, I wish I hadn't sent you away last night. Badboy, where's your leather jacket? Badboy, are we still best friends? Badboy, I'm sorry. Badboy, I'll always be there for you and I wish you'd hold me to that. Badboy, I will miss you. Badboy, I already do.