BFF over BF?

Chapter 12

Jay

“I don’t need your fake friendship,” they say, with hate in their eyes. “You didn’t actually expect me to wanna be your friend. Did you?!”.

“You know, I’m glad Xander rejected you,” I say, my tears shutting off. “I don’t know how I didn’t see it in the beginning. How didn’t I see how much of a fake b***h you are,” I say, walking away and sitting on my bed.

“HAHA,” she laughs maniacally. “If I ever get out, I’ll hunt you down and kill you for taking my Xander, and rejecting me,” she continues laughing.

The cops show up, and not long after, my family, in a panic, search for me.

“What happened,” my mom says, panicked.

“Well, the one who tried to kill me showed up and tried again,” i say to sum it up.

“Turns out it was the neighbor, the girl who I made “FRIENDS” with,” I say, making air quotes.

“Pfft, I was so stupid to not see it from the beginning,”.

“Don’t call yourself stupid Jay,” Sophie says, making me blush (luckily it’s dark and they’re red cop lights. “You’re a lot of things but that’s not one of them,” she says, looking me in the eyes, making an unsaid joke that no one would get but us.

We both burst out in laughter, eliciting odd stares from my family and many curious onlookers. The confused stares make us laugh ten times harder.

“Ok, ok,” I say, gasping for air. “I can’t laugh anymore, it hurts and I don’t want my scar to reopen”.

“Whew,” Sophie huffs.

We go to the front desk and my mom says, “Can we take him home?”.

“Yeah, but we need you to sign some things and we need you to know how to take care of his scar (because it only has a scab over it and isn’t actually closed) so it doesn’t reopen,” the doctor says.

They hand us some documents and my mom signs them. Then she hands us some instructions on how to take care of my scar.

“He can’t go to school for a bit, and no sports,” they say. “Probably not for the whole year. At least not until your regular doctor approves”.

“Ok, that’s fine,” my mom says, nodding.

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On the way back home,Sophie and I sit next to each other awkwardly. I look out the window to avoid accidentally making eye contact. I didn’t wanna sit in the car, with my family able to see us awkwardly gazing into eachothers eyes.

When we get back, I dash out the car into the house, Sophie close behind.

We go into my room to talk. “So what did you want to talk about?,” she asks me.

I don’t say anything, but I look at her and say with my eyes, ‘I’m sorry’.

“For what?,” she asks.

“For how I’ve been acting lately,” I say.

“It’s okay,” she says, softening her gaze and staring deep into my eyes.

A blush is creeping up my face, so I cover my face with both hands and say, “It’s not. I’ve been a jerk. Ghosting you with no explanation”.

“It’s ok to need space once in a while,” she says, smiling gently.

‘Except that’s not what I really want,’ I think, looking at the ground. A tear drops from my eye, ‘I wanna you to know, that I want you and only you’.

She pulls me into a hug, “I love you. You’re the Best friend I’ve ever had,” she says, causing a pang in my chest.

I pull away from her and walk towards my bed. “I think I should rest,” I say with a strained voice, “I’m really tired”.

“Ok”.

Before she reaches the door I look back at her, feeling a different kind of tired. As she closes the door I whisper, quietly, “I love you”.

I close my eyes as the door closes. Tears fall from my eyes as I cry silently, my closed lids doing nothing to stop the uncontrollable flow of tears.

I walk to the door with my eyes still closed and place my forehead on the door. I put my back on the door and slide down to the floor. I throw my head back and look at the ceiling, sobbing.

Eventually I realize that I ended up on the floor. I hear a quiet knock on the door.

“Who is it?!,” I ask, rubbing my eyes.

“It’s me,” I hear my moms voice say.

“Come in,” I say in a muffled voice.

The door creaks open, “Oh.” my mom says, looking at me.

“What?!,” I hear from a voice I recognize to be Sophie.

Within a second, I hear her voice by the door. “What!” she says excitedly. I hear what sounds like her jumping.

“No peeking,” my mom says.

I hear a big huff and retreating stomps.

The door shuts and my mom sits next to me. I look at her and sit up. She looks me in the eyes.

“What?!,” I ask, wondering why she's looking at me like that.

“I know,” she says, never breaking eye contact.

“What?!,” I ask, fidgeting with my pinkie.

“I know you like her”.

“Oh. That”.

“Yeah, That”.

“How’d you know?,” I say with a wince.

“What’s wrong!!,” she ask, putting head on my head. “Is it your scar?!”.

“Yeah,” I say, closing my eyes in pain.

“Come on,” she says, offering her hand.

I grab her hand and she hauls me up. She walks me to bed. I lay down stiffly and she says, “Rest. Are you hungry?”.

“A little,” I say with a wince.

“I’ll bring you some soup”.

“I love you, Mom. Thank you,” I say with a small smile.

“I love you too, Honey. No matter what happens, you can always come to me.

“I know, Mom”. She smiles at me and closes the door gently.

It doesn’t take long before I hear a knock on the door.

“Come in!,” I say with closed eyes.

The door opens and footsteps approach.