^{Grumpy Gator}^

Ch. 3: Bad Timing

A couple minutes went by, and Monty moved himself so he was laying down. He rested his head in my lap, and rested one of his hands on my knee, while he curled the rest of his body into a ball. Sort of like a dog or a cat would.
I let out a soft chuckle, and ran my hand along his back, "You're never this affectionate, what's this all about?"

"Don't jinx this." He grumbled, he sounded tired, "You're lucky I like you."

I smiled, "You're lucky I'm patient with you."

He grumbles something I couldn't hear and closed his eyes, he was calm now, but there was one thing I needed to ask him, and I think everyone else wanted an answer too.

I sighed, and spoke softly, "Monty?"

"Hmm."

"Did you kill Bonnie..?" I asked, my voice was barely a whisper.

I felt him tense and he sat up, staring down at me, "Why you askin'?"

"Well everyone seems to think and say you did, so I was just wondering-" he cut me off.

"And you believe them?"

"What? No I just-"

"Okay okay, let me ask you this. Are you afraid of me?" He grit his teeth.

"Monty.."

"Answer the question, Nat." He growled, "Are you afraid of me? Do you think I'm too aggressive? Do you think I might try to," he lunged forward, stopping mere inches from my face. I jerked back.

He stood up straight, and let out a shaky chuckle, "Just as I thought, you are are afraid of me." He turned away, "You can leave now."

"Monty-"

"And no. To answer your question, I didn't kill Bonnie."

I stepped forward, reaching out for him, but he turned around and glared at me, "I said leave."

"Monty please, I'm sorry.."

"Get out."

I blinked a bunch to keep myself from crying, I always mess things up. I nodded and turned away, "I'm sorry.." I left his green room.

I ran, I ran as my eyes filled with tears, my lip began to quiver, and I bit it. I did everything I could to keep from crying as I searched to find a place to hide. I ran to a corner beside all the green rooms and hide beside a large plant. I scooted myself back into the wall, hugging my knees to my chest as I began to cry.
I hiccuped, my tears fell faster by the second, I hid my face in my knees, trying to silence the loud hiccups and breathes I made.

What am I doing? Why am I so upset? Why do I feel so sad? I just wanted to be a good friend... I just sat there and cried, silently wondering why I messed up so bad.