She brushed past me and walked towards the door, stopping just before her hand reached the handle.
"Logan," she said over her shoulder, "you need to find somewhere else to live."
She wiped her face, before opening the door and leaving.
She bumped into Jake on her way out, who looked confused to see her. Then he glimpsed into my room, saw me, then looked back at her, and then me again.
He cautiously walked into my room and sat on my desk chair.
"What's up?" he said casually.
"Nothing." I threw my body backwards onto the bed and covered my eyes with my forearm.
"That didn't look like nothing to me." He cleared his throat. "What's the deal? You into her?"
"Have you been living under a fucking rock? You know I'm in to her. Don't be an asshole."
He laughed. "Dude, I just didn't want to make any assumptions. You know what happened the last time I assumed you were into someone."
I did. It was that day with Micky.
"So what's the problem?" he continued. "She doesn't want you?"
I sighed out loud and sat up so I could face him.
"She does want me, that is the problem."
His eyebrows bunched together. "I'm sorry, man. I'm a little buzzed, so you're going to have to help me out here." He shook his head slowly. "What's the problem?"
"She's too good for me, Jake. I don't fucking deserve her. Not now, and not the first time."
"The first time?"
Fuck. I forgot he didn't know. "Nothing."
Then he looked at me, and I glared back. Like we were eight and this was a stare off. He took his cap off, ran his hand through his hair, and then replaced it. "Shit. You're more than into her, huh? You're like, into her."
I nodded slowly. He was right.
"Fuck, man. I never thought I'd see the day," he said, disbelief laced in his voice.
"Like you're one to talk."
"Valid."
Then it was quiet for a while as I thought about the colossal tower of fucked-uppery I'd gotten myself into.
"Don't you think it's her decision?" Jake broke the silence.
I looked over at him. "Huh?"
"Don't you think she should be the one making that choice? Whether to be with you or not? I mean, if she wants you, then there's something there right?"
I kept staring at him, waiting for him to go on.
"Look, I know that you enjoy being this asshole or whatever, but you're a decent guy. I mean, you were there for Micky when she had that pregnancy scare, and the next day when she went to see you, you were-"
"You know about that?" I cut in.
He eyed me. "Of course I do. She didn't tell me right away, but a few months later. We don't keep secrets, Logan. Ever."
I nodded.
"All I'm saying is that you're a good guy. And maybe you can't see that. But maybe she does. And maybe that's enough, you know?"
I was about to say something but shouting coming from the living room interrupted us.
We both got up quickly and made our way out. When we got out of the hallway, it was mayhem. Someone had turned the music off and everyone was looking at the corner of the room.
We broke through the crowd to see Ethan with his forearm against some kids neck, pinning him to the wall. The kid looked familiar but I couldn't place him.
"We fucking told you not to come around here," Tristan spat, pacing behind Ethan.
The kid’s eyes narrowed. "Fuck you, Tris. You fucking faggot!"
I swear to God time stood still as people gasped. Ethan's forearm went further into his neck. Tristan just shook his head and laughed it off.
"Everybody out." Ethan's voice was flat, but dead serious.
Nobody moved.
Dylan got up from his seated position on the sofa. "You heard him, out."
This time, half the room left.
The other half just stood there, waiting for a show.
And I had no idea what the fuck was happening.
"Out!" Ethan was a little louder this time.
Nobody moved.
Then from the back of the crowd, "You heard E, everybody get the fuck out!" It was James. And this time, people listened. One by one the filed out the front door. James was the last to leave.
"You good?" he asked Ethan and Tristan.
They bumped fists and he left. James must have had power at their school; it was like the seas parted when he spoke.
"What the fuck are you doing here, Greg?" Ethan snapped.
Greg.
Mother. Fucker.
I was about to step in, but Jake pulled on my arm to stop me.
Greg pushed Ethan off him. “I just wanted to tell your slut of a sister here, that I don't appreciate her sending around her ex boyfriend, over to the house, causing shit for me and calling me a fucking rapist!"
Instantly my ears fill with the familiar sound of bone crushing bone.
I have no fucking clue how long we stood there, watching Ethan beat this kid's face with his fist, but eventually Cam and Dylan pulled him off.
Ethan fell to the floor, his breathing heavy, jaw clenched, head bowed between his raised knees.
Cam and Dylan held Greg back, as he spat blood. Then he raised his head, eyes narrowed at Ethan. "She wanted it, you know? I told her I loved her and she fucking wanted it. It was that fucking easy. She was that fucking easy."
And this—this is the moment I lost control of the one thing I've tried my entire life to avoid. I may talk shit and want to punch people, but I never have. I never thought I would. Because in the back of my mind, I was always too afraid that I'd turn into him.
The second Greg's words left his mouth; I was on him. And I don't know how exactly I got to the point of my fist repeatedly slamming into his jaw, his nose, his mouth, his entire fucking face—but it did.
Suddenly, there were arms around mine and I was being pulled back, Jake's voice was in my ear. "That's enough, dude. It's done."
"You need to get him out of here." I told someone. Anyone. "And make sure he doesn't fucking come back. Ever."
"Done." Dylan deadpanned. He dragged that asshole out of the house, Cam following behind him.
And then I heard her.
Her sobs took over the room, and when I looked at her, my stomach dropped to the floor. She was huddled in a corner, her knees up to her chest, her head in between them. Her arms were crossed over her head, shielding herself, as she rocked back and forth, crying.
I moved closer to her. "Amanda," I tried to get out through the lump in my throat.
Slowly, her head rose to look up at me, eyes red. She was about to say something, but then her eyes snapped to Ethan, who was still sitting on the floor. She let out a sob and slowly, she crawled over to him, crying harder as she got closer. She wiped her face with her forearm and moved to sit it front him. Then she saw the blood on his hand and made a noise as she looked away. He removed his shirt, covered his hand with it, and then whispered something to her. She looked back at him and broke down, falling into him, while he wrapped his arms around her, saying something in her ear. She slowly nodded her head. He picked her up off the floor, cradling her like a child, as they walked into her room and closed the door quietly behind them.
"Logan," she said over her shoulder, "you need to find somewhere else to live."
She wiped her face, before opening the door and leaving.
She bumped into Jake on her way out, who looked confused to see her. Then he glimpsed into my room, saw me, then looked back at her, and then me again.
He cautiously walked into my room and sat on my desk chair.
"What's up?" he said casually.
"Nothing." I threw my body backwards onto the bed and covered my eyes with my forearm.
"That didn't look like nothing to me." He cleared his throat. "What's the deal? You into her?"
"Have you been living under a fucking rock? You know I'm in to her. Don't be an asshole."
He laughed. "Dude, I just didn't want to make any assumptions. You know what happened the last time I assumed you were into someone."
I did. It was that day with Micky.
"So what's the problem?" he continued. "She doesn't want you?"
I sighed out loud and sat up so I could face him.
"She does want me, that is the problem."
His eyebrows bunched together. "I'm sorry, man. I'm a little buzzed, so you're going to have to help me out here." He shook his head slowly. "What's the problem?"
"She's too good for me, Jake. I don't fucking deserve her. Not now, and not the first time."
"The first time?"
Fuck. I forgot he didn't know. "Nothing."
Then he looked at me, and I glared back. Like we were eight and this was a stare off. He took his cap off, ran his hand through his hair, and then replaced it. "Shit. You're more than into her, huh? You're like, into her."
I nodded slowly. He was right.
"Fuck, man. I never thought I'd see the day," he said, disbelief laced in his voice.
"Like you're one to talk."
"Valid."
Then it was quiet for a while as I thought about the colossal tower of fucked-uppery I'd gotten myself into.
"Don't you think it's her decision?" Jake broke the silence.
I looked over at him. "Huh?"
"Don't you think she should be the one making that choice? Whether to be with you or not? I mean, if she wants you, then there's something there right?"
I kept staring at him, waiting for him to go on.
"Look, I know that you enjoy being this asshole or whatever, but you're a decent guy. I mean, you were there for Micky when she had that pregnancy scare, and the next day when she went to see you, you were-"
"You know about that?" I cut in.
He eyed me. "Of course I do. She didn't tell me right away, but a few months later. We don't keep secrets, Logan. Ever."
I nodded.
"All I'm saying is that you're a good guy. And maybe you can't see that. But maybe she does. And maybe that's enough, you know?"
I was about to say something but shouting coming from the living room interrupted us.
We both got up quickly and made our way out. When we got out of the hallway, it was mayhem. Someone had turned the music off and everyone was looking at the corner of the room.
We broke through the crowd to see Ethan with his forearm against some kids neck, pinning him to the wall. The kid looked familiar but I couldn't place him.
"We fucking told you not to come around here," Tristan spat, pacing behind Ethan.
The kid’s eyes narrowed. "Fuck you, Tris. You fucking faggot!"
I swear to God time stood still as people gasped. Ethan's forearm went further into his neck. Tristan just shook his head and laughed it off.
"Everybody out." Ethan's voice was flat, but dead serious.
Nobody moved.
Dylan got up from his seated position on the sofa. "You heard him, out."
This time, half the room left.
The other half just stood there, waiting for a show.
And I had no idea what the fuck was happening.
"Out!" Ethan was a little louder this time.
Nobody moved.
Then from the back of the crowd, "You heard E, everybody get the fuck out!" It was James. And this time, people listened. One by one the filed out the front door. James was the last to leave.
"You good?" he asked Ethan and Tristan.
They bumped fists and he left. James must have had power at their school; it was like the seas parted when he spoke.
"What the fuck are you doing here, Greg?" Ethan snapped.
Greg.
Mother. Fucker.
I was about to step in, but Jake pulled on my arm to stop me.
Greg pushed Ethan off him. “I just wanted to tell your slut of a sister here, that I don't appreciate her sending around her ex boyfriend, over to the house, causing shit for me and calling me a fucking rapist!"
Instantly my ears fill with the familiar sound of bone crushing bone.
I have no fucking clue how long we stood there, watching Ethan beat this kid's face with his fist, but eventually Cam and Dylan pulled him off.
Ethan fell to the floor, his breathing heavy, jaw clenched, head bowed between his raised knees.
Cam and Dylan held Greg back, as he spat blood. Then he raised his head, eyes narrowed at Ethan. "She wanted it, you know? I told her I loved her and she fucking wanted it. It was that fucking easy. She was that fucking easy."
And this—this is the moment I lost control of the one thing I've tried my entire life to avoid. I may talk shit and want to punch people, but I never have. I never thought I would. Because in the back of my mind, I was always too afraid that I'd turn into him.
The second Greg's words left his mouth; I was on him. And I don't know how exactly I got to the point of my fist repeatedly slamming into his jaw, his nose, his mouth, his entire fucking face—but it did.
Suddenly, there were arms around mine and I was being pulled back, Jake's voice was in my ear. "That's enough, dude. It's done."
"You need to get him out of here." I told someone. Anyone. "And make sure he doesn't fucking come back. Ever."
"Done." Dylan deadpanned. He dragged that asshole out of the house, Cam following behind him.
And then I heard her.
Her sobs took over the room, and when I looked at her, my stomach dropped to the floor. She was huddled in a corner, her knees up to her chest, her head in between them. Her arms were crossed over her head, shielding herself, as she rocked back and forth, crying.
I moved closer to her. "Amanda," I tried to get out through the lump in my throat.
Slowly, her head rose to look up at me, eyes red. She was about to say something, but then her eyes snapped to Ethan, who was still sitting on the floor. She let out a sob and slowly, she crawled over to him, crying harder as she got closer. She wiped her face with her forearm and moved to sit it front him. Then she saw the blood on his hand and made a noise as she looked away. He removed his shirt, covered his hand with it, and then whispered something to her. She looked back at him and broke down, falling into him, while he wrapped his arms around her, saying something in her ear. She slowly nodded her head. He picked her up off the floor, cradling her like a child, as they walked into her room and closed the door quietly behind them.
