Timothèe's POV
I told Noah he could stay with us only because he saved our lives... technically. Anya promised him our help always. Which was annoying as fuck, but either way. He apologized and told me he was sorry. I wouldn't have forgiven him in normal circumstances, but I don't really know what shit was going through his head, and he sounded genuine.
I ask Anya if shes truly okay with it, so I know she's not harboring feelings.
"Yes. I'm going to make dinner." She says and smiles. I give her a kiss on the cheek. She's so strong.
Noah comes back in with a couple of bags. He looks dirty as fuck. Not because of his clothes or smell, but because of the mop of messy ass curly hair on his head and his facial hair. I chuckle. We're not the same. I tell him to follow me and lead him to Anya's old room.
"Please don't be a slob." I look at him. He sets his bags down and stares at me.
"Yeah." He replies and looks away.
"And seriously," I grab his shoulder. "Don't lay a hand on Anya. She's broken as fuck right now because of you and Marc."
He swallows and nods slowly, but says nothing.
"Timothèe!" Anya yells from the kitchen. "Grab the pen!"
I smile. So, she wants to smoke? I look at him, smirk, and turn on my heels. I go into our room and grab my phone to ask Adam where he's at. He says he's with Avery. I toss my phone on the bed and grab the pen, heading to the kitchen. Anya is moving from foot to foot, moving her head and stirring some noodles in a pot. I tap on her shoulder and she turns around and glances up on me. Oh, she's drunk. I smile down at her. I bring the pen to my lips, take a big rip and blow the stream of smoke into her face slowly. She reaches up with her hand and strokes my cheek and gets on her toes and gives me a kiss. She takes the pen from my cheek, hits it and smiles.
"Yes, baby." I put my hands on her waist and kiss her neck.
"Later." She whispers, which makes me hard, but I can't do anything. I reach up and wrap my hand around her throat.
"Yes." I breathe into her ear. She giggles and arches her back. Tease. I roll my eyes and go sit down in the living room.
I sit down on the couch and Noah walks out.
"Mind if I sit?" He asks. I wave my hand at him. He sits down.
"I've got bud," He looks at me. "If you want to roll up."
I look at him and shrug. "Okay."
He goes to his room and I unfold a tray table.
Holy shit this man has a lot of weed. I watch him as he expertly rolls two blunts, then hands me one.
"Good shit." I grab my lighter from my back pocket and light his for him, then I light mine.
Anya stumbles over to us and sets down two bowls on the tray table. Shrimp and chicken Alfredo.
She sits down next to me and I give her a kiss on the cheek and hand her the blunt. She takes a couple hits from it and passes it back to me. I set it in the ash tray and eat my food.
When I look over at her, she's sitting back with her hands on her stomach staring at the ceiling.
"She's blasted." Noah chuckles. I pat her stomach and look at her.
"Anya," I whisper. "Do you want to go lay down?"
She nods and slowly sits up. I walk her to the bed room and lay her in bed, tucking her in. Then, I close the door.
When I walk back out, Noah is still hanging out on the couch.
"I'm going to have some people over." I tell him.
"It's your place, man." He shrugs. I stare at him.
He looks so careless. He never changes his tone, he never changes his expression. Fucking sociopath.
I grab my phone from the room and tell Adam that him and Avery can come hang out here instead, and invite Saorise and her friends over.
Once everybody comes over, it's noisy. I tell them not to go towards our room because Anya is sleeping her high off.
Anyas POV
I wake up at around midnight. I hate waking up in the middle of the night, it makes me anxious. And Timothèe decided to have all of his friends over, so I resolve just to stay in here for the night. I sit up in bed and turn the tv on. I put my glasses on.
I'm in the middle of Breaking Dawn: Part 1 when the door creaks open. I expect to see Timothèe, but Noah steps into the room. My heart drops. I pull the blankets to my chest.
"Wrong room." I tell him. He stands there, his thumbs in his pockets.
"No, I'm in the right room." He tells me and walks over and sits on the bed. Suddenly, my whole body goes into panic mode and I start sobbing.
"Please," I cry.
"Jesus, I'm not going to do anything!" He rolls his eyes. "I told you I was sorry, and I meant it."
I stare at him. His facial expression is empty, as it always is.
"What do you want?" I ask, folding my arms across my chest.
"To talk to you, check up on you."
"About what?" I ease up, seeing that he's not trying to hurt me.
"I don't know, anything," He pauses. "How are you and Timothèe?" He asks.
I shrug. "I get bad moments."
He frowns, the first sign of emotion I've seen from him. "That's my fault, I'm sorry."
I'm not going to correct him, because it is his fault. "At least Marc is dead."
Suddenly the door opens, and Noah throws himself on the floor and under the bed.
"Hey." Timothèe says.
"Hi." I breathe out.
"Who were you talking to?"
"I was on the phone." I tell him.
"With who?"
"Does it matter?" I snap.
He raises his eyebrow. "Its just a question."
"You're asking too many."
He rolls his eyes and put his hands up. "Fine. I'll leave you alone."
He walks out and I say nothing. Noah crawls out from under the bed, gets up, and opens the door, winking at me before walking out.
The next morning, I have to go to school without Timothèe being there, and I'm nervous. What if Lunden tries to do something?
Timothèe and Noah wake up when I do. As I'm getting dressed, Timothèe is watching me , chewing the inside of his cheek.
"If you feel like something is going to happen, text me." He says. I nod.
He drives me to school and I give him a kiss before walking in. I keep my eyes straight ahead, not looking to see if Lunden is around or not.
I make it to third period, and after, I go to my locker. Lunden comes up to me and stands beside my locker door. I pull out my phone and text Noah, telling him there might be trouble, then I look at him.
"What?" I look at him.
"Come with me." He looks directly into my eyes and my heart starts racing.
"No-why?" I close my locker.
"Please." He looks sincere. I clutch my phone and wave my hand, telling him to walk.
He leads me through the gym and out of the gym door. Thank God it leads to the parking lot. He leans agaisnt the brick wall.
"Yes?" I ask.
"I'm sorry."
"Thats great." I turn to go back inside and he grabs my arm.
"You can't just dismiss me." He furrows his eyebrows.
"Yes, I can. I'm with Timothèe. I have a lot of shit going on, just leave it alone." He lets my arm go.
Suddenly, Noah comes running up.
"Hey, bud." He stops and crosses his arms.
"Hey?" Lunden shrugs.
"Why are you messing with her?" Noah takes another step.
"I'm-I'm not man. Back the fuck up."
"Be careful who you talk to like that." Noah puts his arm around me and leads me away. We're almost to the car when Timothèe comes walking towards us. My heart drops.
"What the fuck Noah?" He spits. "What the fuck did I say?"
"Calm down," He takes his arm off my shoulders and looks at Timothèe. Timothèe looks at me.
"What the fuck, Anya? I told you to text me."
I can't find the words, and stare at him blankly. He nods his head, and looks at Noah.
"You drive her home," He turns on his heels. "Fuck this."
I look at Noah. He shrugs and we begin to walk towards the car. When we get in, I feel a tension.
"I'm sorry." I mess with my fingers.
"For what?" He starts the car and backs out of the parking lot.
"I don't know, causing issues."
"Shut up," He rolls his eyes. "You didn't cause anything."
Sorry I haven't updated in a while , and this chapter his hella short, kinda just a filler but anywhore feel free to leave feedback:)) i will b starting much longer chapters and updating more often
