Beautiful Scars [1] ✔

Chapter Thirty Three

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Aston stared at me, disbelief written clearly on his face. "What?" He asked, almost looking like he was going to hurl. I scooted over, though, just to be on the safe side. "Are you joking?"

My heart dropped and shattered at the same time, as if that was even possible. I laughed cruelly. "Oh, yes! I'm totally joking about this!" I replied sarcastically.

His eyebrows raised and he laughed, the tone matching mine. "Well, excuse me! Some people don't expect to hear that, especially in the middle of nowhere in a conversation," He put his fist to his heart, pretending to be offended. "I'm so sorry that I didn't understand you the first time. Forgive me, Ms. Perfect."

I scowled. "You think I'm perfect? You need a wake-up call if you think I'm perfect!" I spat.

He smiled. "Sometimes you act like you are. Is this a false image I've been seeing?"

"I act like I'm perfect? That's bull, and you know it."

He laughed. "That's bull? I think you're getting the definitions of truth and bullshit confused, Sophia."

I shook my head, tears blurring my eyes. "Why do you do this?"

"Do what?" he asked, looking confused. He was serious or he was really good at faking it, I couldn't tell.

"Make everything about you! You make everything about you. If it isn't your way, then you might as well not do it!" I growled, anger fuming. "Sometimes, I swear, you're such an ass!"

He laughed. "There you go again! I don't make anything about me. If anything, it's always about you. I'd do anything for you, but I guess you're either too blind or too stupid to notice."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. Just take me back."

He glared at me, then started the car. "Gladly."

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He pulled over in the driveway, the tires screeching as they skidded over the driveway. He pressed the brakes and I sighed quietly, then opened the door. I hopped out, then slammed the door. As I crossed in front of the truck, he rolled down the window. I turned to look at him. "Hey," he called, "Whenever you're ready to talk, give me a call."

I nodded, then faced away, continuing to walk down –actually, limp down- the driveway.

I heard the skid of tires and I sighed. He was gone. Guilt filled my stomach, but I brushed it away.

The sound of a door opening startled me. I turned. Aston was getting out of his truck and was starting towards me. I swallowed, nervous as he reached me.

"I-" I couldn't even finish my sentence because his lips were over mine. He grabbed my waist and pulled me to him slowly and gently. He pulled back and rested his forehead against mine. "I'm sorry." he whispered.

I nodded. "Me too."

He kissed my cheek, then took my hand. I rested my arm around his neck and he led me to the steps on the porch. He sat down first, then helped me sit beside him. "Can we start over?" He asked.

I nodded, a smile starting to show. The guilt faded away, replaced by relief.

"When I said, 'Are you joking', I didn't mean to offend you, Sophia. I meant that I was in shock."

I nodded. "I know I am. I mean, I always thought that my parents were murdered by a complete stranger, so to find out that my best friend's dad murdered them, I am completely shocked. I mean, what am I supposed to do now?"

He rested his chin in his hand and closed his eyes. If this wasn't a serious situation, I could almost see him stroking his imaginary beard. Suddenly, his eyes opened and he whipped his head around.

"You've never told the police, right?"

I nodded.

"Whenever he's not home, you can sneak in his house and search for evidence."

I scoffed. "That's not going to work. First, I don't have any address and second, how will I know when he isn't there?"

Aston grinned and pulled me in for a kiss. "Leave that to me."

Suddenly, the front door opened and I pulled back from the heated kiss.

"So this is what you've been doing?!"

There was no question. Mrs. Tilly was pissed.

I swallowed, then stood up. Aston glanced between Mrs. Tilly and I, then stood up. "I'll see you later, Sophia."

"Sure-" I gasped as Mrs. Tilly's fingernails dug into my skin, yanking me in the house, slamming the door.

I shook her off and glared. "What was that for?"

She mocked my gaze and I winced. Her face was beet red and I swore I could see veins popping out from her forehead. Yep, she was definitely mad.

"Would you care to tell me exactly why you got in trouble at school today?"

I rolled my eyes, and went into the kitchen. "It was nothing, and besides, I don't remember asking for you to be involved." I pulled out the carton of milk and poured myself a glass. I took a gulp and winced yet again. Now, the veins were throbbing.

"It was nothing? Punching a guy's face is not nothing!" She hollered.

I laughed, then nodded, bringing the cup up to my mouth again. After I swallowed, I gave her a quick grin. "You know what? You're right. It was definitely something.."

She narrowed her eyes. "Is everything a joke to you?"

I nodded. "Yep, pretty much."

She closed her eyes and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "We both know your parents wouldn't approve of this reckless behavior."

I gripped the cup tightly in my hands. "We both know you wouldn't know what my mom and dad would say about this." I gave her a glare, then set the cup down on the counter and went upstairs.

"You get back here, young lady!" She hollered from downstairs.

I rolled my eyes and went into my room and slammed the door. I flopped down on my bed, muttering curses when I heard two taps on my window.

I jerked upwards, then peered outside. Aston was below, three rocks resting in his open hand.

I opened the window and he grinned.

"So... when I find out the deets, I'll call you?" He asked.

"Sounds good..."

"And don't you even think about touching your phone!" Mrs. Tilly interrupted.

I sighed. "Guess not."

Aston smiled understandingly. "I'll see you at school."