He Chose her

chapter 3: falling apart inside

Quinn

Tears clouded her vision, she had been crying most of the journey. She stay silently scolding herself through the tears, why she was so weak and allowed him to have such a strong effect on her. The ache in her chest refused to stop.

Her stepbrother kept taking glances at her to be sure she’s okay, she looked really red and pale from crying so much.

“ you’ve been crying, what’s wrong”. He says softly. He could tell something was clearly wrong.

Quinn immediately gets a napkin from her bag, and softly wipes her tears. She then takes out her bottle and drinks water.

“ nothing I just had a bad day, Thats all”. She said, realizing that he wasn’t worth her tears, she immediately stops crying and starts cleaning herself up.

But in the rearview mirror, she saw him. he set his eyes on her. The same look he had from the night of the kiss, from her catching him at the back seat too.For what felt like a long moment, the car stopped and it was just them.

She looked away quickly, her jaw tightening. Why was he even looking at me like that? After what id seen what I saw him doing with that girl… how dare he.

Behind her seat. The sound of the girl giggling filled up the air. My stomach twisted. Why was she so loud. I try to pretend I can’t hear anything again, then I start hearing moaning sounds.

I turn my head straight to my phone, and decide to distract myself from hearing all that. But I stop and state into the rear view and our eyes meet again.

He was definitely doing it intentionally cause the smirk on his face showed he knew I was uncomfortable. But he didn’t care.

I decide to continue texting on my phone to distract myself, and it helped.

“ thank you for taking care of me handsome let’s do this another time.” The babe he brought was dropping off a mile away from our apartment.

I watched him kiss her aggressively before she comes down from the car and heads to her apartment.

I sat stiffly, my hands gripping the of my shorts,as I watched him lean over, kissed her aggressively before she got out of the car. her steps were so graceful, perfect brown hair, her clear skin glowing, perfect hourglass shape. She was perfect.

I looked away, pretending not to care, i mean she was so flawless and perfect compared to me.

We get to our apartment, my step brother parks the car and it’s time to get out. He walks over to open the door for me, and I notice him grinning at me from the rearview mirror once again.

“ “Careful, Quinn, crying like that could make someone think you’re jealous.”

His words hit deep, he laughs and immediately gets down from the car. My step brother opens my side of the door too and I get down too. My heart feeling very heavy, those words really hurt.

I lower my head, and make my way into our apartment. Maybe it really was a mistake.

Quinn disappears quickly from the living room and heads straight towards her room, her steps quiet, and her head lowered.

Kyle( step brothers best friend)

I sat there in the living room, my chest tight. The air in the apartment felt heavy, I meant to tease her with the words I said but I could see that it had the opposite effect. I shouldn’t have even said that to her after what she saw.

Seeing her upset in the car, it hit me harder than I expected. I wanted her so bad. But every time I think about it, fear grips me. What if I push her away instead of closer with my behavior? What if she hates me already for how I made her feel? All those thoughts stay wondering inside my head.

As I sit there wondering in my thoughts, I watch as the door to her room close softly behind her, I can’t stop imagining what it would be like if I could just reach out and hold her, and tell her everything I said was a mistake, and I didn’t mean to hurt her. But I don’t.

And it hurts, but maybe it’s best this way. Let her keep believing it was all a mistake. I decide to stop thinking about it. I pick up the remote and open Netflix. I choose a series and before I could even start watching, my phone vibrates in my pocket.

Urgh, I pull it out and see a message from a friend asking if I’m still coming out later this evening. I stare at it, my mind pacing whether I should go or not. I decide to go, it’s best i step out to clear my head from all the things happening around.

I stand up from the sofa to go to the room to freshen up, and I pass her room. I sigh heavily, wishing to walk in and talk to her, but I can’t. I decide to walk past and just go into the room.