Somebody's Supposed to Fall In Love
Chapter Eleven: Dammit
“No need to call the police, I made it home(:”
I sent the text to Vic and threw my phone on the dresser. I had gotten home about 45 minutes ago but Miss. Riley wanted to talk about the end of my silence. She looked so fascinated and proud the entire duration of the conversation; it gave me even more assurance that I’m doing the right thing. I kicked off my boots and belly flopped onto my full sized bed.
What a day!
‘Hell yeah! You told off that bitch in two words AND made out with Hottie McHottie!
I giggled, I’m surprised you didn’t say anything the whole time.
‘It was strange. I couldn’t. I hypothesized that maybe I can’t get to you when your emotions are at their highest- like when you had your breakdown. I’m not sure though.’
I nodded my head, Well…It makes sense.
Before we could elaborate on the theory, there was a soft knock on the door.
“Come in!” I shouted into the covers.
“You scared Vic shitless,” Jaime laughed, waving his phone around dramatically.
“Hi, good evening to you too,” I mumbled.
Jaime came and plopped down onto the bed, “He got worried since it took you almost an hour to text him. I’m surprised this place isn’t swarming with SWAT by now.”
I laughed, “I’m fine. I sent him a text less than five minutes ago.”
Jaime nodded, “Good, he called me kind of shaky.” He stood from my bed and headed towards the door.
“Oh and I’ve got a question for you,” Jaime announced. I turned my head slightly to give him my attention, curious as to what the question was.
“Is Vic a dreamy kisser?”
I immediately flushed. I reached for my nearest pillow and chucked it. The pillow landed with a satisfying thud on his head.
“Out!” I screamed into the bed hiding my reddened cheeks.
“Alright, alright!” he laughed, leaving the room.
The door was softly shut and I was left to my thoughts. I couldn’t help but smile at the memory of Vic’s lips pressed to mine, the closeness I shared with him this whole time was attraction and I was naïve enough to simply shrug it off as friendship! …But then it hit me, knocking back into Reality’s cold, dead grip.
Phe…
‘Hm?’
I can’t date Vic, I realized. Recognizing this threw my mood into a pit of gloomy bleakness. I’ve done so much and it still wasn’t enough.
‘Why the hell not?’ she asked exasperated.
Vic isn’t picked on at school. Sure, he’s not accepted but no one has gone out of their way to hurt him. I’m a completely different story. If he makes me happy, Tinley will put his head on a stick and leave it on my doorstep.
‘That bitch has no right to control what we do. You can’t base your decisions off how she might react. You’ll never be happy.’
This isn’t about my happiness, I thought sternly. If Vic’s safety lies in my hands then I’ll do whatever I can to protect him.
‘You’re so selfless! You never come first and it’ll eventually be the death of you,’ she snarled with certainty.
Her words struck a chord I quickly sat up.
“Vic is my happiness,” I snapped back. I covered my mouth with a shaky hand at and looked down at the ground.
“I won’t let anyone hurt Vic,” I whispered, each syllable touching the air with more finality than the last.
“Bye Miss Riley,” I called on my way out the door, Jaime by my side.
I was walking down the pavement, my combat boots clicking against the ground and Jaime by my side. Jaime being…Jaime- didn’t put gas in his car so we have to walk to school and back home. He’s suppose to push it down the road and fill up the tank with his allowance. We were carrying on pointless conversations and carelessly striding down the narrow sidewalk.
“Those pants are a little tight don’t you think?” he inquired suddenly.
I rolled my eyes, “No.” He’s always been a big brother to me. Jaime feels he needs to protect me for some reason but I’ve never minded. All those years of silence made me appreciate him in a way that I wouldn’t had I talked. He went out of his way to look after me and do what he could based on the small signs my body language portrayed, learning to read me like a book without me saying a single thing. This past year has made him know me better than anyone.
I was wearing dark green cargos that fit like skinny jeans, a black and white striped top and my long hair was thrown into a simple ponytail. The top showed a small sliver of my midriff- which I was angry with because this was one of my favorite shirts. (Outfit in the Notes c:)
“Zoe shrunk my shirt,” I grumbled. Zoey had laundry last weekend. She was trying to text and do her chores at the same time- I should have said something but left it alone.
Old habits die hard.
Phe didn’t respond and I grew annoyed with her. She always had something to say and her silence irritated me.
Jaime chuckled, “That’s your favorite isn’t it? You’re gonna give her absolute hell.”
I smirked, my eyes still forward, “Smart boy.”
We arrived to school and split off to go to our lockers. I unlocked mine and got all the things I’d need. Dread for the day ahead swelled more and more as time passed.
“Hey Nix,” Vic’s voice greeted from behind me. I turned to smile at him and kicked my locker closed, putting my hands in my back pockets. Vic was wearing a simple grey v-neck and black skinnies.
“Hey Fuentes.”
“Last name basis now? I thought we’d be taking steps forward, not formal,” he joked.
I felt myself go a bit taut and he looked questioningly at me.
Just…rip the bandage off.
Phe scoffed but said nothing more, clear disapproval shining through her unusually wordless behavior.
“We uh…Vic we can’t be together like that.”
His airily behavior dissipated and he cleared his throat, “…Why?”
I looked away, as if searching for a convenient lie on the walls, “Uhm…It would just complicate our friendship and... I don’t think I’m ready for that sort of thing. That kind of relationship is so foreign to me and I want to do things right.”
Now this wasn’t a complete lie! But…it wasn’t exactly the reason - But it was all for the better. H-He’d understand, right?
Vic swallowed before speaking, “I get it. There’s absolutely no pressure from my end.”
I nodded with slight fervor and relief, glad that his reaction wasn’t one of instant hate and/or defiance.
“Walk you to class?” he smiled sheepishly.
I inwardly frowned at the return of his timid behavior but smiled outwardly back and hooked my arm with his.
“It’d be a pleasure.”
I sent the text to Vic and threw my phone on the dresser. I had gotten home about 45 minutes ago but Miss. Riley wanted to talk about the end of my silence. She looked so fascinated and proud the entire duration of the conversation; it gave me even more assurance that I’m doing the right thing. I kicked off my boots and belly flopped onto my full sized bed.
What a day!
‘Hell yeah! You told off that bitch in two words AND made out with Hottie McHottie!
I giggled, I’m surprised you didn’t say anything the whole time.
‘It was strange. I couldn’t. I hypothesized that maybe I can’t get to you when your emotions are at their highest- like when you had your breakdown. I’m not sure though.’
I nodded my head, Well…It makes sense.
Before we could elaborate on the theory, there was a soft knock on the door.
“Come in!” I shouted into the covers.
“You scared Vic shitless,” Jaime laughed, waving his phone around dramatically.
“Hi, good evening to you too,” I mumbled.
Jaime came and plopped down onto the bed, “He got worried since it took you almost an hour to text him. I’m surprised this place isn’t swarming with SWAT by now.”
I laughed, “I’m fine. I sent him a text less than five minutes ago.”
Jaime nodded, “Good, he called me kind of shaky.” He stood from my bed and headed towards the door.
“Oh and I’ve got a question for you,” Jaime announced. I turned my head slightly to give him my attention, curious as to what the question was.
“Is Vic a dreamy kisser?”
I immediately flushed. I reached for my nearest pillow and chucked it. The pillow landed with a satisfying thud on his head.
“Out!” I screamed into the bed hiding my reddened cheeks.
“Alright, alright!” he laughed, leaving the room.
The door was softly shut and I was left to my thoughts. I couldn’t help but smile at the memory of Vic’s lips pressed to mine, the closeness I shared with him this whole time was attraction and I was naïve enough to simply shrug it off as friendship! …But then it hit me, knocking back into Reality’s cold, dead grip.
Phe…
‘Hm?’
I can’t date Vic, I realized. Recognizing this threw my mood into a pit of gloomy bleakness. I’ve done so much and it still wasn’t enough.
‘Why the hell not?’ she asked exasperated.
Vic isn’t picked on at school. Sure, he’s not accepted but no one has gone out of their way to hurt him. I’m a completely different story. If he makes me happy, Tinley will put his head on a stick and leave it on my doorstep.
‘That bitch has no right to control what we do. You can’t base your decisions off how she might react. You’ll never be happy.’
This isn’t about my happiness, I thought sternly. If Vic’s safety lies in my hands then I’ll do whatever I can to protect him.
‘You’re so selfless! You never come first and it’ll eventually be the death of you,’ she snarled with certainty.
Her words struck a chord I quickly sat up.
“Vic is my happiness,” I snapped back. I covered my mouth with a shaky hand at and looked down at the ground.
“I won’t let anyone hurt Vic,” I whispered, each syllable touching the air with more finality than the last.
“Bye Miss Riley,” I called on my way out the door, Jaime by my side.
I was walking down the pavement, my combat boots clicking against the ground and Jaime by my side. Jaime being…Jaime- didn’t put gas in his car so we have to walk to school and back home. He’s suppose to push it down the road and fill up the tank with his allowance. We were carrying on pointless conversations and carelessly striding down the narrow sidewalk.
“Those pants are a little tight don’t you think?” he inquired suddenly.
I rolled my eyes, “No.” He’s always been a big brother to me. Jaime feels he needs to protect me for some reason but I’ve never minded. All those years of silence made me appreciate him in a way that I wouldn’t had I talked. He went out of his way to look after me and do what he could based on the small signs my body language portrayed, learning to read me like a book without me saying a single thing. This past year has made him know me better than anyone.
I was wearing dark green cargos that fit like skinny jeans, a black and white striped top and my long hair was thrown into a simple ponytail. The top showed a small sliver of my midriff- which I was angry with because this was one of my favorite shirts. (Outfit in the Notes c:)
“Zoe shrunk my shirt,” I grumbled. Zoey had laundry last weekend. She was trying to text and do her chores at the same time- I should have said something but left it alone.
Old habits die hard.
Phe didn’t respond and I grew annoyed with her. She always had something to say and her silence irritated me.
Jaime chuckled, “That’s your favorite isn’t it? You’re gonna give her absolute hell.”
I smirked, my eyes still forward, “Smart boy.”
We arrived to school and split off to go to our lockers. I unlocked mine and got all the things I’d need. Dread for the day ahead swelled more and more as time passed.
“Hey Nix,” Vic’s voice greeted from behind me. I turned to smile at him and kicked my locker closed, putting my hands in my back pockets. Vic was wearing a simple grey v-neck and black skinnies.
“Hey Fuentes.”
“Last name basis now? I thought we’d be taking steps forward, not formal,” he joked.
I felt myself go a bit taut and he looked questioningly at me.
Just…rip the bandage off.
Phe scoffed but said nothing more, clear disapproval shining through her unusually wordless behavior.
“We uh…Vic we can’t be together like that.”
His airily behavior dissipated and he cleared his throat, “…Why?”
I looked away, as if searching for a convenient lie on the walls, “Uhm…It would just complicate our friendship and... I don’t think I’m ready for that sort of thing. That kind of relationship is so foreign to me and I want to do things right.”
Now this wasn’t a complete lie! But…it wasn’t exactly the reason - But it was all for the better. H-He’d understand, right?
Vic swallowed before speaking, “I get it. There’s absolutely no pressure from my end.”
I nodded with slight fervor and relief, glad that his reaction wasn’t one of instant hate and/or defiance.
“Walk you to class?” he smiled sheepishly.
I inwardly frowned at the return of his timid behavior but smiled outwardly back and hooked my arm with his.
“It’d be a pleasure.”
Notes
Nix's Outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/cargos_shripes/set?id=99460823
I don't really like this chapter, probably filled with poor word choice and errors but I was hella busy and wrote this story in small windows of time throughout the week so it may seem choppy :\
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