Born in prison, in love with a cliché.

𝚃 𝚆 𝙴 𝙽 𝚃 𝚈 𝚃 𝙷 𝚁 𝙴 𝙴

"Are you dealing in a fucking gang?!" I ask again, my eyes wide in shock and fury. He can't be. After going to prison for a fucking year he goes back to dealing drugs?! In a fucking gang?!

I keep looking at him. Waiting for him to tell me that Stefan was lying. But he just kept silent. Gawking at me like an idiot.

I let out a high pitched breath and put my hands in my hair. This is unbelievable.

"Zach, why the fuck are you dealing in a gang? You just got out of prison! Do you want to go back there or something?!" I wave around with arms. I'm furious right now. "Why the fuck does it matter to you Gather?!" Zach yells at me with a hint of disgust in his voice.

"Why does it matter to me?! Are you seriously asking me that?!" I yell back. "Yes! Why the fuck do you care?!"

"I care because-" I fall silent. I don't know if I want to tell him why I care. That's scary. To tell him why I care, because what if he doesn't care back.

"Finish that sentence, Davina! I would sure love to hear it!" He shouts and I can feel myself becoming frustrated. And you know that feeling when you're not sad but frustrated and you still cry. Well, I'm on the verge of that.

"You're an idiot if you don't know why I care!" I yell at him again. Just say it. What do you have to lose, right? The so-called life you're living. That isn't worth much anyway.

"I care because, my entire life I've watched how my mother slowly rotted away in prison, becoming a completely different person. Hell! I've seen most people being changed because of prison! And I don't want that to happen to you. Because the entire time I've been trying to live a normal life, you were there. You're always there no matter what happened and I want you to keep being there!"

It's completely silent for a minute. Zach just stares at me in shock and confusion.

"Fuck you for doing that to me. You let me depend on you and now you're back to your old drug dealing ways and you expect me not to fucking care?! Fuck you, Zach Bryne. Fuck you." I turn on my heels and storm away from him.

"Stop!" He yells back at me and I do, I'm not looking back though. "Turn around, Davina." He orders but I stay put, folding my arms and trying to control my breathing. I can hear him move behind me and slowly walk in front of me. Only for me to look away from him, staring at the ground instead.

"You care." He states as if I didn't just give him a whole speech. "And you don't." I throw back at him because I doubt that he does. I don't like hoping. It only brings misery.

"You think I don't care?" He asks soft and I stay silent for a while. "You haven't proven to me that you do," I tell him and look him straight in the eyes. I don't know what emotions I'm giving him right now. I don't even know what I'm feeling myself. "We've had a weird relationship Gather. One moment we are friends, then we're more than friends, and then we are distant as fuck. Not to mention that I'm no good. I don't deserve for someone to care about me. Especially you." He says and he lets out a frustrated breath.

I sigh and shake my head with a humorless smile on my lips. "Why don't you let me decide for myself whether I'll care about you or not," I say harshly. This dude is not about to make decisions for me.

"Davina-"

"No. You can be a good guy. I can see that. Otherwise, I wouldn't have let you touch me in the first place, believe me. You beat up a guy that did touch me without my permission. You helped me settle into this new world, including accepting to share an apartment with me. You let me get drunk for the first time, yes, but you made sure I was at a safe place when it happened. You supported me yesterday at the Christmas party of my sperm. You thought of the nickname to make me feel better. You're not all bad. At least not towards me." I explain to him, feeling my anger slowly fading away as I think back to those memories. They're happy ones.