Abandoned

chapter fifteen.

I hate Justin.

As I sat on my bed the next morning, dreading leaving the confinement of my room, or specifically, seeing the kid in the room next door, my mind felt like it had been electrocuted. I replayed the events of last night over and over, still finding it hard to believe.

God, what had I been thinking? Clearly, I hadn't been. There had to be a logical explanation. It must have been the arguing that led to such an explosive result of a ridiculously heavy make-out session. Plus the fact that we were both high.

"Still want Chris to come back?" What an asshole. Not only did he prove me wrong about not being attracted to him, but he blew all of my hard work avoiding anything between us. Not that I think there's anything, but still. I hate him.

After Rose left I sat on the bed for as long as possible without making myself late for school. I walked straight down the stairs and to the front door, avoiding the noise in the kitchen that must have been Justin getting coffee. I really need some coffee, but avoiding contact with Justin for as long as possible was much more important.

"I'm driving myself!" I shouted and quickly shut the front door and continued to tread to my car. I drove off before he even got outside.

I kind of expected him to find me throughout the day and make some sort of rude comment or tease me, but it never happened. I ditched gym class and made my hallway commutes as quick as possible.

After I picked up Rose and drove back to the house, I knew I had to face the inevitable. Maybe he'll not be a dick about it, maybe even silently agree with me to pretend it never happened. Yeah, right.

I let Rose run in in front of me as I slowly sauntered into the house. By the time I shut the door behind me Rose had already gotten some goldfish from the kitchen and was sitting in the recliner in the living room. As I walked in I saw Justin sitting on the couch, listening to something Rose was saying. His eyes found mine for just a second and a crooked smile pulled onto his lips as he looked back at Rose.

"Why don't you go get your homework done so we can do something fun later, yeah?" I suggested to Rose, who agreed and went up the stairs into our room.

"Been avoiding me, Samuel?" He said, kicking his feet clad in black high tops up onto the table. "Because you don't do a very good job at hiding it."

"Um..." I said. Brilliant, I know.

"Am I that bad of a kisser?" He grinned. I looked down at the floor, not knowing how to respond and taken back by my sudden quietness. I couldn't bring myself to say yes, because that would just be a terrible injustice to his kissing abilities.

"Didn't think so," his grin widened. Something in me sparked and all of the anger and frustration came flooding back, taking over my thoughts.

"That," I gestured towards the back patio, "will never happen, again. Ever. Got it?" I raised a brow.

"That's not what you were making me believe last night." He said, the cocky and aggravating tone of his words and expression on his face made me want to punch him. He may be acting now, but there's now way he wasn't as affecting as I was last night. There's no faking that. Denying it after that fact, yes. But no faking it.

"Whatever. You're an ass."

"Mhmm." He hummed absentmindedly. I huffed and sat down on the couch, arms crossed.

"Ray?" He said a few moments later, his voice ruff. He had silently scooted over the space between us and all of the sudden his face was incredibly close to mine. I sucked in a breath and tried to focus on anything other than his lips inching closer and closer to mine. His eyes flicked to my lips and back again, his hooded eyelids covering deep brown orbs. I started to shut mine, accepting the fact that I'd let him kiss me. That I wanted him to.