UnMasked (PJ Masks Fanfiction)

Mistakes Have Been Made

Connor

I am a bad person.

After leaving Amaya's house, I was so mad. So hurt that she would reject me. I just wanted to hurt her back. And I did.

The next day I didn't want to get out of bed. Well, not bed, my pile of blankets on Greg's bedroom floor. By noon, though, Greg was bugging me about getting up.

"If you're going to starve yourself to death, can you do it somewhere else? I don't want to be held liable." Greg says, shoving me from my stomach onto my back. "How are you so fucking heavy, you're like a twig. A very muscular twig."

"Go away." I mutter, rolling back to my stomach. Greg sighs, and moves on to cleaning Judy's terrarium. Judy, the gecko who I believe if it even has emotions the only one it possesses is hatred for me. Again, if it even feels emotion.

From my cocoon of blankets I reach for my phone, check my messages.

10 new messages from Amaya

I want to respond. I really do. I really care about Amaya. She's kind and funny and she's not like a lot of the other people I know at school. She will never change herself to be liked, and it's not that she doesn't care. She does. It's why she hates Summer so much. She wants to be liked but even more she wants to be herself. She's strong. She's probably the prettiest girl at our school, but if I would never say that out loud. If she wanted to she could be the most popular, which is why I admire that she's not.

I am not like Amaya. I will change myself to be liked by others. I will be an asshole to people I care about because it makes me look cool. Amaya shouldn't like me. I'm not good enough for her. She deserves someone as cool and kind and true as her. Which is definitely not me.

"You can't just mope forever." Greg nagged placing Judy back into her freshly clean and misted terrarium.

"Why not?" I mumbled, my voices muffled by the blankets in my face.

Greg was silent for a minute, and I could feel that whatever was coming out of his mouth next was going to be bad. "I may have texted Amaya and told her to come over."

"Bro, what the fuck." I groan, rolling around in my "bed". "When is she getting here?"

Greg pauses for a moment, sits up taller in his seat and peer out the window. "Uh, well, seeing as she's about 20 feet from the front door, now."

I rush to get on some clothes, throwing on whatever I find first which of course is the ugliest sweats I own and miss matched socks. Greg, though, leaves the second Amaya reaches the room, leaving us alone. Again.

Amaya is wearing a pretty blue sweater and light grey sweat shorts that barely reach farther than the sweater. Her hair is pulled back into a loose bun and she has two red clips in on either side of her head, keeping her hair together. I've spent 15 seconds staring at her and now I realize she won't look at me. She's just standing in front of the closed bedroom door looking at the floor. She looks upset.

"Amaya." I say her name and she looks me in the eyes. My heart feels a pinch.

"Where did you go after you left?" Her voice is cold, not shaky. Like she already expects me to disappoint her. Unfortunately she's right.

"You don't want to know." Wow, nice one Connor. That's not suspicious at all.

"Where did you go." Her voice is so stern. She's never been this mad at me.

"I went to Summer's house."

If I could describe to you her face after I said that, I would. But I don't have the words to express the mix of shock, confusion, anger and sadness in her eyes.

"What did you do with her?" She is starting to shake, just in her fingers, but it sends a chill down my spine.

"We just made out, but then I left because I realized-"

"What, you realized you'd hurt me? That you made a mistake? No shit, Connor. You knew that when you went there. You hurt me by getting mad that I didn't want to kiss you so then you decided to hurt me more?" She's nearly yelling at this point and I don't know how to react. "What did you want to do? Hate you? Well congrats, you succeeded."

I don't have a second to say anything before she's gone. Out the door and onto somewhere else. I want to go after her, but my feet won't move. I'm attached to the bed I'm sitting on. That's it. I've lost everything. Except Greg, but God knows he'd take Amaya's side if he's given the choice.

The next hour I stay exactly where she left me. Stuck to the bed. Greg doesn't even come in, I don't know where he is. I don't want to know. I don't want him to ask me about what happened, how I feel, it's too much. The only thing I want to do is leave. The idea is the only thing that can separate my ass from the bed sheets. For the third time this weekend I pack up my things and leave, this time slipping out the window so I don't run into Amaya, Greg or his family.

Now to find a place to sleep.