Chapt. 5

"What the fuck, Ella?" Damien exclaimed.

"Excuse me?" I replied as Jacob just looks at us with an amused expression.

"Ella what the fuck is this?!" Said Damien.

"Why are you all up in my business? You don't see me barging in when you make out with some random girl, do you?" I glared at him.

He cleared his throat and regained his composure. "Whatever. You shouldn't be making out with some random new guy. You don't know what he could do to you."

Since a few minutes ago.

"What I do is none of your business, Damien." I deadpanned.

"Shall we?" I look at Jacob and extend my hand out as he takes mine and we leave the empty classroom and Damien glares at Jacob and I as we leave the empty classroom.

Mission accomplished.

I high-fived Jacob with a grin when Damien couldn't see us anymore.

. . . . .

It's lunch time now and Damien's death stare has been practically burning holes into the back of my head the whole time. I mean, why should he care? He's not my boyfriend and I'm not even stopping him. I'd gladly hop into is arms as we walk down the aisle.

"You okay?" Jacob asked, concerned.

"Yeah. Just thinking." I say and he nods. He told me before that he was gay which made me feel awful about kissing him but he assured me it was all good. It still didn't help that I felt horrible about it - as if I used him. Of course, he gave me consent but still. Anyway, I've always wanted to have a guy best friend who also likes boys.

"Ellaaaaa." Breanne called in a sing song tune.

"Yes?" I say.

"Nevermind." She mutters.

Okay?

Ding

My phone notification went off.

pig: Hey baby sis so the guys are coming over after school alright? Just wanted to tell you. ;)

Me: Okay. And don't call me baby sis I'm not a baby anymore and you're only 1 minute older.

pig: Whatever you say baby sis. ;)

I groan internally but couldn't help the smile on my face.

~☆~

I hear the door open but ignore it. Pretty sure it's the guys.

Just as I was at the top of the stairs to go downstairs something stopped me in my tracks.

"So remember that girl i was talking about this morning? Yeah I asked her out and now we're kinda official." A voice I recognize as Damien's. A series of cheers came from the guys but my heart shattered into the tiniest pieces of all.

Right why would he ever like me.

I couldn't help the tear rolling down my cheek as I ran to my room sobbing. Again with being dramatic.

So my crush has a girlfriend now and he played me? He also happens to be my close friend and my brother's bestfriend. I fucking hate myself for being so dramatic and sensitive.

I buried my face into my pillow and I cried for what felt an hour until a knock came on my door.

"Go away!" I shout.

This person was probably deaf because he came in anyway.

"Hey, what's wrong?" My brother's comforting voice asked.

"Nothing." I mumbled unclearly into my pillow.

He gives me a look which shows he doesn't believe me.

"Girl problems." I murmur.

"Right." He replies obviously not believing anything I say."Anyway, there's pizza and ice cream downstairs if you want?"

I lifted up my head from my pillow and look at him with teary and swollen eyes. His facial expression visibly morphes into disgust before he coughs to cover it up as he takes in my messy appearance.

"Really?" I say.

"Mhm." He cleared his throat, looking away.

"Can you get them for me? 'Cause I don't want to look like this in front of other people." I mutter.

"Sure." He says with a grimace.

With that he leaves and I'm much more happier than i was before. Just waiting for my food.

Period mood swings, am I right?

. . . . .

It was late at night when I quietly tiptoed down the stairs. The sky outside was pitch black and so was downstairs. I hurriedly turned on the light in fear there was someone lurking in the dark.

I cautiously tiptoed to the kitchen, then looked inside the refrigerator for more chocolate and left over pizza. I took the box of left overs and put it in the microwave, munching on a bar of chocolate while waiting for it to reheat.

"Hey." A voice suddenly said, scaring me and causing me to accidentally drop my chocolate bar.

"Damien." I sighed in relief.

"Sorry." He apologised before walking closer to me.

"What's up?" I asked awkwardly with a tight-lipped smile.

"Oh, you know, the usual. I couldn't sleep." He shrugged. "I figured I could use a midnight snack or two."

"Oh." I said, nodding.

We fell into and awkward silence, the only sound came from the microwave that was making a low humming noise. The silence was later on broken by the sound of the microwave beeping.

"Would you like some?" I offered and he nodded.

"Yeah, thanks." He said as I handed him a hot piece of pizza. "So, new guy?"

I shrugged, taking a bite out of the pizza. "We're friends."

"Cool." He nodded. "Why were you crying - at school?"

"I was?" I muttered, looking away from him.

"Ella, I saw you. Your eyes were all puffy and your nose was red." He mentioned.

"Wow, that was really attractive." I mutter sarcastically.

"Ella." He said, his voice serious.

"I'm on my period." I shrug.

"Oh." He turned slightly red.

"Yeah." I nodded. "Oh."

Boys are so fragile. Just mentioning you're on your period would make them get all flustered and uncomfortable.

"How's your wrist?" He asks, pointing at my now bandaged wrist.

"I went to the nurse's office after school earlier. She just told me to put some ice on it." I frowned realising how stupid that sounds. "It's fine. I told Ash about it and he helped out."

"So, you have a girlfriend now." I asked but it sounded more like a statement.

Oh, I have hurt myself once again.

"What? Oh, yeah. Yeah, she's cool, I guess." He shrugged.

"Just cool?" I questioned.

"I mean . . . well, what do you want me to say? She is pretty and stuff, you know?" He says and I nodded, pursing my lips.

"Yeah, yeah." I nodded, again with the tight lipped smile.

"Hey, can I ask you a question?" I asked.

He nodded as he took a bite of his pizza.

"Would you care if I were to date someone? Someone cool, of course. You know, like, I don't know, maybe Jack? Kevin? Eli?" I questioned.

He cleared his throat. "Of course I'd care, I mean, you- you're like a sister to me."

"Oh, please." I roll my eyes.

"What?"

"Nothing." I muttered, grabbing a juice box before heading for my room after saying goodnight to Damien.

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