Nineteen

Chapter Eighty-Two

Mac laughs a sarcastic laugh right in Collins face. Collin shoves him hard enough to knock him back into the door. Mac let's out a thud and them runs toward Collin. Both of their bodies smash into the ground.
"Stop!" I shout. Pain runs through my face from the movement.
Collin's fist connects with Mac's face, knocking him off of his stomach.
"Please!" I shout again, with the same results. I stand to my feet.
Mac regains ground and attempts a hit to Collin, but misses. Collin connects with his face again. Mac stumbles back but quickly runs to Collin, smashing into him again, this time knocking him into my bed.
Knocking me to the ground.
My palms smack the floor. To be honest, it didn't hurt, but I play it out. Both of the boys stop what they were doing.
"Oh my god," Collin says. "Fucking idiot," he says as he tried to shove Mac once more.
I stand to my feet. "Get out," I say. "Both of you."
They both look at me as if I gave two heads. "I'm not leaving," Collin says.
"I'm staying if this guy is," Mac says and looks at Collin.
"I'm tired and in pain. I want both of you out."
I walk to the door and open it. They both look at each other.
"Now," I add.
My face is killing me from the amount of effort I'm using to kick the both of them  out and it's frustrating that neither of them are listening.
After a few moments, Mac gathers his things and walks to the door.
"Text me if you need me," he whispers to me. I quietly thank him for all that he's done, but stern enough so he knows I'm disappointed.
After he is out the door, I turn to the other one. "Next," I say and point.
He smiles at me and flops on the bed. I point once more.
Inside of my head, I know that he isn't going anywhere. I believe that part of it is because I told him to, and he doesn't take commands from anyone.
He folds his arms under his head and beams at me. I slam the door and stalk over to my bed.
"Are you gonna tell me what happened, because I was pretty pissed last night when I came here after work and nobody was here," he says.
I look at him. He really doesn't know.
I spend the next few minutes telling him everything. I cry twice and he wipes the water from my cheeks. His stone exterior fades as he comforts me.
"I would have killed him," he adds to the end of the story. I say nothing.
"I should still do that. I could do that now."
I lay down beside of him and he slides down the bed, holding me against his chest.
"I'm sorry I didn't answer, I feel like an asshole," he whispers into my hair.
I don't say anything. My face is sore enough.
He smells like a garage, but it smells like home to me. I now know that I want to be with him for a while.
"How do you feel about me?" I suddenly ask.
He pauses for a moment. "I'm figuring out how to be a boyfriend," he says.
"That's not what I asked."
"It's hard to explain," he whispers, "it's not bad. Just hard to talk about right now."
He rubs my hair as he holds me against his chest. I don't know what he's talking about, but I'm too comfortable with this situation to press him any further. For now.

He holds me for a while. Somewhere within the last hour I realize I haven't showered in two days, and I make a note to do that tomorrow morning.
Tomorrow is Tuesday. My interview.
I raise up. Collin is blinking heavy, showing that he was asleep. "What's going on?" He says as he raises up.
"My interview tomorrow," I say as I point to my face.
"So?" He says between a yawn.
"I can't go like this," I say.
"Lay back down, you're freaking out over nothing," he says as he lays down and tries to take me back with him.
I let out a sigh in defeat.