Why Me?

Chapter Foutreen

Justin's P.O.V.

I wonder what was going on in her mind, because when I was done singing she didn't say or do anything. I was sort of scared, maybe I was a bad singer. I should have never sung. I don' sing in front of people. I mean I sang in front of family, but I stopped singing in front of people after a tragedy happened. Everyone thinks my life is perfect well they got it all wrong. Then Katyln's voice interrupted my thinking all I heard was "ing."
"What?" I asked.
"Did you hear anything I said?" she asked.
"Um..."
"You didn't," she sighed.
"No, sorry."
"I said you did amazing, and you should sing more often. I didn't know you liked singing."
"Well, I really don't, anymore."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't."
"You can tell me, I'm your friend."
"I just can't."
"Why not?"
"I just can't so f*ck off!" I yelled.
I saw tears in her eyes. I didn't mean to make her cry, I just can't tell her about my sister, well at least not yet. I only told my friend Tony this story, but no one else. It took me five years for me to tell him. Could I trust Katyln? Well of course I could, but it wasn't the right time to tell her. Plus, she already walked out of my bedroom. Then I heard her car engine roar to life. After that, I heard her car go down the street. Honestly, I didn't mean to make her cry, I just hating telling the story about my sister.
Katlyn's P.O.V.
I don't know what got into me or Justin, but he made me cry. I hate crying especially in front of boys. I really didn't want to go home, because I would be home alone, but I decided to go home and call Dylan and ask him to come over. I haven't seen him since the last day of school which was June 1st. It is now July 2nd. It has been a month, and that is too long. He is my best friend and I should have seen him sooner than this, but I didn't.
Dylan refused to come over at first, but then he finally gave in when I said I was ordering pizza. Food is Dylan's weakest point. I use to bribe him with my sandwich to play house with me at recess. I loved Dylan, like he loved his food. I don't mean in a boyfriend/ girlfriend way either. No, that would be gross, because he is basically my brother. I ordered two small pizzas. One was pepperoni for me, and the other pizza was sausage pizza for Dylan. I know we seem like fat kids, but when we get pizza there are no leftovers. I got $35 dollars from my wallet. After fifteen minutes of waiting, Dylan showed up. Well at least I thought it was Dylan, but it wasn't.

Unknown P.O.V.
I saw Justin go to the door of her house. I can't believe that she likes him, he is so ugly. She should just get back with me. I am not jealous, he doesn't deserve her, I do. What is wrong with me? I sound so gay right now.
"Hey," Justin said.
"What do you want?" Katyln replied in a snotty tone. That is why I like her. I felt like punching Justin. Obviously she doesn't want to talk to him, but he doesn't notice.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked.
"You are," she replied.
"What do you mean?"
"I thought we were friends," she started to raise her voice.
"We are. Why would you think that we aren't."
"I told you my secrets to you. Why can't you tell me yours?"
"Mine are more complicated."
"How?"
"They are."
"How?"
"It's a long story."
"I have time." Then she invited him in and that was the last I heard.

Justin's P.O.V.

"Dylan was suppose to be here a while ago," she said.
"Oh," was all I said.
"I just got a text, Dylan can't make it."
"I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault I haven't seen him in a month."
"I'm sorry."
"Why?"
"I don't know it just seemed like the right thing to say."
"Oh. Do you like sausage pizza?"
"Yeah, why do you ask?"
"I ordered two pizzas because Dylan was suppose to be here, but now you are here."
"Oh, ok."
"Well back to the point, what is the secret?"
"Ok, here I go," I said not ready to tell her.
"When my sister was seven and I was ten she got in a car crash. She was in the car with my dad. They both got hurt really bad. My sister... Katyln, she went into a coma for five years. Then she woke up one day, the next morning she was found dead. That was one of the worst days of my life. My dad died two days later. It was definitely the worst week of my life."
"Justin, I'm sorry," she got up and have me a hug. She surprisingly gave me a kiss on my forehead.
"I didn't know. Now I feel bad," she said.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because your secret was worse. I shouldn't have made you tell me."
"It's fine."
"No it's not. How can I make this up to you." Then he shook his head.
"Yes, I do."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"Yes."
"Really?"
"No."
"Please?"
"You could kiss me."