Perverted Gamer. [[•EDITING•]] // TheCampingRusher

==Chapter 44==

So I was actually planning on finishing this...around chapter 70-100?

Is that okay with you guys?

And thank you for Cindy the Butthole for helping me when I have a major case of Writers Block.

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~Brayden's Pov ✖ ~ :

What do I do?

Do I chase after her? But then what? Make up with her and in the future she'll do the same thing again?

My feet want to run after her, my arms want to wrap around her and just pull her into my chest, my hands want to wipe her tears away, my lips want to be on her lips.

But my mind keeps telling me, she'll run after other guys that are better than me, that one day she'll be something better and leave me behind.

Why keep her around if she'll leave me in the future anyway?

My heart wants to but my mind doesn't.

Am I really not good enough for her that she'd go crawl to other guys?

I tried, I thought she was happy...with me.

Ryan was looking at me with anticipation but soon became dissappointment when he realized I wasn't moving an inch.

He ran after her and I stayed.

I looked down at my boots and shook my head.

It's really over then...

Ethan pulled me by my shoulder to make me look at him.

"What are you doing standing here like a dumbass?! Run after her!" Ethan fumed, his face red from either the cold or anger.

Weird to see him so pissed off when he always had this calm and collected expression.

"I don't want to listen to you." I glared at him.

"If you don't run after her then I will!" He said and I shrugged, smirking at him.

"Then be my guest."

What's wrong with me?

He lifted his fist up and I shut my eyes close as I prepared for the impact....but it never came.

I opened my eyes slowly and saw his fists inches away from my face, his face burning with anger yet with understanding.

He lowered his arm and put it on my shoulder.

"I'm telling you this for your own good. I know you're a good kid," he said, looking at me straight in the eye "I swear that if you don't run after her now...you'll regret it for the rest of your life."

His face showed regret and I wondered if he was telling me...or himself.

"I'm...afraid," my voice slipped out "I'm afraid that she's going to leave me, that I'm just not good enough for her..."

Admitting that, especially to this guy, is like a punch to the gut.

"You shouldn't be, trust me...I know you love her...I know you want to run after her and you should. You don't know when she'll just disappear and it becomes too late," he gave me a small smile "Trust me, I know."

"Why are you telling me this? Didn't you want to steal her from me?" I looked at him confused as he gave me a chuckle "I almost punched you too."

I referred to when I asked him to have a private talk with me about not getting too touchy with Charlie.