My Bad Boy Best Friend

Chapter 19: Would you ever go on a date with me?

There was very little I hated as much as having to deal with a shit faced Tytan and yet. This is where my life choices have brought me. Forced to deal with the worst possible version of my least favourite person currently. Heating up my dinner, hoping that it'll sober him down a little.

"Don't look at me like that, I already know you hate me." He pouted childishly, leaning against the kitchen counter.

He offered to help but I knew better than to let drunk Tytan take over. He said it was unfair that I had to do this alone so he refused to leave. Because apparently being left alone is the worst thing that could possibly happen to a person.

"No. I don't."

He looked at me with the same green eyes that used to hold the severe darkness that he tried incredibly hard to control.

"It's okay. You're allowed to."

"I wish I did." I said, pulling the bowl out of the microwave. I set it down in front of him and handed him a fork.

"I'm not hungry." He eyed me cautiously.

"Listen, just because I don't hate you doesn't mean we're friends. We're not. So stop bothering me and fucking eat up."

"Stop yelling at me!" He was leaning over me, stinking of tequila. His breath quivering against my neck while his hands gripped the counter on either side of me. The glazed look in his eyes only made him look less present.

"Tytan." I asserted.

"What? You don't like it when I'm close to you?" His hand slipped a little against the counter, only bringing his body closer to mine. Spilling all over me.

"No. I really, really don't."

"Lexi, we were best friends. That doesn't just go away." He looked hurt? Like all of a sudden he cared? Too much?

"You--you don't deserve forgiveness." I said holding his shirt from the front and pushing him off me.

"So don't forgive me." He said, pulling himself up against a wall, "Just--just don't leave me?" His voice broke a little as he continued to maintain a lack of eye contact with me. His fingers struggling to find any kind of real grip.

"Do you want to go home?" I sighed, passing a hand through my hair. Why couldn't he just spontaneously combust or something?

"Why are you so mad at me?" Desperation tugged at his voice.

"Because you deserve it!" I wanted to forget him in that moment. I wanted to forget that I ever cared about him because it was just easier. I wanted to give up on him and if I didn't know, I don't think I'd ever get myself to really stop caring.

"I love you!" I softened, glancing up at him and all I found in his eyes was pure searing affection. No, no, I can't do this.

"Tytan, you have to leave."

"You're pushing me away? Again?" He whispered.

"Self preservation."

"I--I should never have left last night and I get that, okay?" He dropped to the ground and planted himself firmly on my kitchen floor.

"What are you doing? You have to leave!"

"And go where?" He demanded. "Where the duck do you expect me to go Lexi?"

"Home." I deadpanned, trying to appear cool. I didn't want to find out what he was capable of when drunk.

"I'm not going back there." He shrank into a ball on the floor.