Pt39 - Tumblr Posts
You’re leaving school when you finally get it out of him. You’ve been nagging him about that bruise all day and you finally break through. “I’m not going to leave you alone! I’m worried! Are your parents abusing you? Did someone attack you?” “No! It’s a hickey ok?!” You stop, “What…” He stops too, “What? Because I’m shy and antisocial I can’t get it on?” You stare in disbelief, then snap, “No! Because your BROTHER just came back from Werewolf HELL where he probably almost DIED and you’re missing school, not to see your brother, but to go get chicks?!” He snorts, “What? No! I’ve been hanging out with Jr, but do you expect me to follow him around and mope and cry over him twenty four/seven? He didn’t even have a hospital bed for me to cry at. He literally just used his condition as an excuse to eat a TON of food and then went around and flirted with literally anyone within arms length. Should I have followed him around and watched him make out with people? No thanks.” You open your mouth to argue, but nothing comes out. If you’re being honest, that sounds exactly like Jr… You close your mouth, then say, “What about missing school?” He shrugs and kind of grins a little shyly, “I’m pretty sure ANYONE would use any excuse to get out of school for a while…” Once again, you can’t argue. This is true. You had tried to use stubbing your toe as an excuse to miss school, so you aren’t exactly in any position to judge. You sigh, “Why couldn’t you have just TOLD me it was a hickey? Most guys would be bragging about it. I was really worried. And what if you’re lying? Now I don’t know WHAT to think…” He sighs, “I’m not lying. I’m shy and antisocial remember? I’m not just gonna brag about getting laid. That’s not cool. That’s private. It’s none of YOUR business. I shouldn't have to tell you when I’m in a relationship…” You feel shame rise in you, he’s right, and probably one of the only decent guys you know. But you didn’t know it was a hickey. And you were worried. You look down, then back at him, “You’re right. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry. But I WAS worried. I didn’t even consider that it could be a hickey.” He chuckles a little, “You know what that tells me? You need a boyfriend.” You take it back. He’s not a decent guy. He’s a prick. You glare at him, “I do NOT. I’m not interested in dating. Guys are nothing but trouble." He leans back, looking offended, “I’m not trouble…” You can’t help but laugh, “YES. YOU ARE.” He grins, “But you’re not supposed to know that remember? I’m shy and antisocial.” You laugh again and head towards your house, “Oh yeah… I’ll keep that in mind…”