My Bad Boy Best Friend

Chapter 25: Permanent Damage

LEXI'S POV

Dinner was awkward, to say the least.

He wouldn't look at me. Which could only mean one thing: they did it on the sofa.

I mean, sure that was not ideal but it wasn't exactly shocking either. It was bound to happen. If not today, then some other day.

Deep down I guess I just hoped it wouldn't have been today. It didn't mean anything but we made out yesterday. It hadn't been a whole day since that and he had already moved on. It stung but it was inevitable. Why did it even matter, of course he was in love with her.

"You're quiet," he said, carefully nudging me. He'd been jumpy but not any less quiet than me.

I shrugged. I didn't know what he expected me to say and I had embarrassed myself enough in front of him.

"Did you--uh--did you get my note?" He asked, looking at me, flustered.

"You left me a note?" My heart thumped uncomfortably as I stared intently at my food.

"I--I left you a note."

"Was it important?"

"Uhm--not really."

"Oh, okay...how was your day with Rosie?"

"Alright, I guess."

"Did you do her on my sofa?" I had to know. The fate of the sofa depended on it.

"What? No!"

"Then what's wrong? Why are you being so awkward?"

"I--uh--I had to ask you something."

"Alright, go on." I nodded.

"There's a fancy dinner on Thursday and I was wondering if you'd--if you'd be interested in going?" He breathed out almost forcefully.

"That sounds like something you should be asking Rosie to?"

"My father was hoping you'd come." He bit his lip, nervousness dripping from every move he made.

"Your father's not the kind of person I care to please," I said, shaking my head.

"Please? I think you're the only reason I'm invited." He extended his hand and took my fingers in his.

"That's precisely why I don't want to go. He treats you like crap and it's not fair."I squeezed his hand and then let go.

"I treat you like crap and you're still here."

"That's true but it's different. I treat you like crap too."

"Lexi, you're going to lose the house because of me." He was knee deep in guilt and I didn't see what I could do to get him out of it.

"Yeah. That was pretty shitty of you. Tytan, realistically speaking we may never see each other again after high school. We'll get rid of each other. We both have the choice of walking away from this whenever we want. But you can't walk away from a parent. That shit's permanent damage."

"Do you mean that?"

"Yeah, parents are--"

"Not that. My parents have been a whole fucked up dynamic all my life. The part about us never seeing each other again?"

"Yeah. Unless we make an effort to and that seems unlikely. After everything." It was heartbreaking to say it out loud but someone had to. It was a reminder that we were not forever. That the end was near. That it would all be over soon.