I'm Not Okay But it's Alright - Fransykes

12. Bet

Despite my obvious hints that I don't want Josh's help, he was relentless. He'd greet me everyday, as if nothing had happened. I ignored him, hoping sometime he'd get the message.

He didn't, of course. Until one morning he stopped me in the hallway while I was walking to third hour.

"Josh, I don't have time. I don't care and frankly I find language arts more interesting then your optimistic there's-a-happy-ending speeches," I hissed.

"It's not- it's not that," he sighed. I raised an eyebrow, encouraging him to continue. "Meet me at lunch, by the back of school."

I rolled my eyes. "Wow, kinky." I brushed past him and continued to my class while he scoffed and walked off.

I was wrong, Josh's cliche speeches would've been far more interesting than language arts. Though it didn't matter how boring the teacher made class go, as I got lost in drawing until the bell rang. I fell asleep during the next class after I realized it would be just as boring and insignificant as the last, and I'd stayed up all night previously doing nothing.

The bell rang, once more, and we ignored the teachers remark of "the bell doesn't dismiss you - I do." Yeah, okay.

It was lunch. I don't know why I listened to what Josh said in meeting him, I wanted to show him I didn't give a shit, right? But it was better than sitting under the bleachers alone like some cliche sad teenager - which in a way I was.

"You came," Josh said, smiling.

"Yeah, I did," I muttered. "What do you want?"

"C'mere, sit," he directed and pat the spot next to him. Sighing, I sat next to him against the wall. "You've been ignoring me."

"Yeah, dumbass, I have. I've made it pretty obvious I don't like, or need, you. I don't need your empty promises that it'll be okay, or your need to play hero."

"Hey," he hissed, facing me and making me look at him. "You may have given up on yourself, but I haven't. No matter what you do it'll stay that way, I'm not going to let this go, let you go. However long it takes, I'm gonna help you somehow."

I couldn't help but smile. It was, honestly, cute how much he thought he could fix me. How sad it would be when he figures out that's simply impossible. You can't help those who don't want help, nor can you help those who are too far gone. I'm both of those, and there's no way to reverse it.

"Fine, it's a bet. If you can 'save me' or not."

"Fine." We stared at each other in silence for a moment, I don't know why. I stared in his eyes, and took in every small feature in his face. I couldn't lie, he was adorable.

"Now," he interrupted the silence. "I'm fucking starving, eat." He threw me a wrapped sandwich and began eating his own.

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Yeah it's short again but so is my joyfriend and I still love them

Yknow that's harsh but I'm keeping it because it makes me laugh

Nonetheless we're getting somewhere- I think- and I have plenty more side-thingies-plots/subplots I dont know what it's called plans essentially, plans

So with that being said I'm gonna pretend I did my work and get a snack hehehe