Best Friends, Right? (Boyxboy)

Chapter 8> Jupiter

A/n: Due to how I wrote the last chapter it would only make sense if this chapter was in Jupiter's POV which annoys me bc it was supposed to be a pattern but oh whale. Happy ready my lovelies!

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All I could do was drive. I didn't know where I was going. It's honestly amazing how my life could go from screwed up to fucked up in a short amount of time. My mother hates me. Izzy probably hates me. My friends will hate me when they find everything out. I'm a screw up. Just like what he said. The one person that made me feel like I wasn't, like I belonged, fucked with me.

I found myself walking onto the beach and taking a seat on the tan colored sand, watching the the dark waves flow onto the shore in the moonlight. I couldn't help but think what if?

What if I had been a normal boy? What if I had a father that loved me for who I was? What if I had a mother who spent time at home? What if I didn't get abused? What if I wasn't worthless? What if I didn't get these nightmares? What if I end––

Where I once saw the ocean I now saw the dark fabric of someone's jeans bringing me from my thoughts. I looked up to see who's legs were in my line of sight. I half expected Blaise to be there. But, to my surprise, it was a girl with short blonde hair.

"Hey, mind if I sit here?" I nodded gesturing to my right. She sat next to me and stared out at the waves.

"There's a whole empty beach you know?"

"Yeah, but this spot is better."

"And why's that?"

"You're sitting here. I'm guessing you either had girl problems, or family problems."

"Well, you're 50 percent correct. Family is one of them."

"I'm guessing the other 50 percent is either best friend problems, or boy problems." With that I raised my eyebrows. How did she know?

"Ding ding ding, we have a winner. What about you why are you here?"

"Well, my father and I moved in with my step-monster for one. The woman literally hates me but she puts on a false face for my father. I had to leave my friends, my school and my girlfriend because of that ugly rat. I came here because I was escaping her evil claws. What about you? I mean I know you have problems, but why are you here," she asks turning to me. I kept facing toward the waves.

Why would I tell her my problems? I don't even know her. She is just a random stranger.

"Which is why you should tell me," she grins.

Did I say that out loud?

"Yes, you did."

"Shit,"

"Go on tell dr. Stranger what's wrong."

"It's a long story."

"I guess it's a good thing it's already 12 am then."

"Fine. I went to a party and my best friend got dared to kiss me. He saw it as no big deal, but I—uh—I was... Let's just say I have a deep dark past and him kissing me just resurfaced all those memories. I kissed back in front of everyone then I ran. He came to my house to see is I was alright... We got in a fight and I made him leave. I then went to my other friend Izzy for help and—um—we a—we did some stuff and then my best friend walked in and started yelling again. I ended up telling them my deep dark secret and once again I ran. This time he followed me and when he kissed me I couldn't help but kiss back. Only problem is I think he was just trying to make me feel better so I stopped him because I didn't want him to play with my feelings like that but it was too late my mother saw.