Our Senior Year - A Joe Mazzello Fanfic (Sequel to In Need of a Friend)

A New Experience (Part 1)

                                                                 
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Joe turned away from me and focused his eyes on the dashboard. I saw him try to wipe away the tear that had stained the left side of his face.

He hadn't said anything.

I  hadn't said anything.

An entire minute passed, but it felt like an hour.

I had to break the silence...

"Joe...I-"

Before I could even finish, Joe was already out of the car.

He speedily walked up to the porch and then began to open the door with his keys.

I quickly got out of the car, fearing he may lock me out of the house being this upset with me.

I rushed up behind him and followed him in.

He began to turn around, probably to lock the door I assume, but he didn't know I was behind him.

He let out a gasp and put a hand on his chest.

"Goddammit, Valentina!" He angrily whispered, a bit out of breath. 

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to scare you." I tried to assure him, my voice a little too loud.

"Oh my god, could you be more quiet? My parents are asleep." He informed me, annoyed. I looked to the floor, embarrassed.  

We both went up the stairs. At one point, Joe stopped. He turned around and looked at me. I heard him let out an an irritated breath. 

"Why are you following me?"

I was beyond confused by this question. I have to walk the same stairs as him to get up to my room too.

"Um...I'm just going to my room. Don't worry, I'm not "following you". I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, that's right. You live here. Unfortunately I can't even get away from you in my own family's home." He snarled at a low volume.

I didn't know what to say in response. He...he didn't even want me in the house anymore?

Joe continued walking to his room and shut his door.

It took me a minute to start moving my feet again. It's like his words had temporarily paralyzed me. I felt hated by the love of my life. 

I went to my room (Mary's actual room, as you all know) and closed the door carefully. I sat down on the bed and started to quietly sob into my hands.

I spent about 20 minutes crying until I heard some noise downstairs.

I immediately felt fear.

Someone hadn't broken in, had they?

I got my phone and hid in the closet.

Should I call 911? Am I just being paranoid.

Suddenly I heard a noise very close to me...

It was my fucking phone. It made me jump! I was very much on edge by this point.

I looked at my phone to find a text...from Joe...

Joe

Hey, come to my room, k?

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