This Is Me

Slightly Terrified (Part Three)

Slightly Terrified (Part Three)

I'd be lying if I said my mind wasn't racing. It may have been because I almost got my ass kicked by Donny, who was at least a foot taller than me, but it was mainly because of Leroy. There was something wrong. Something was going on, and he wasn't telling me.

'There's just... a lot of shit happening.'

A lot of shit. That could be fucking anything. The hurt in Leroy's voice, though meant that it wasn't just anything. And it pained me to know Leroy was hurting, which threw my mind into even more of a spin. I shouldn't be feeling as much as I did for Leroy. It was wrong. Not because it was gay. But because he was my best friend.

My brain continued to replay Leroy's words and further ingrained the pain in his voice into my mind while we wandered to my car where Andy and Blaire were waiting for us.

"Yo, bitches. You took your time!" Blaire yelled, and Andy hummed in agreement.

Unlocking my car, I rolled my eyes at them and did my best to ignore the looks Blaire was giving me as her eyes darted between myself and Leroy as we slid into the car.

"I almost got my ass handed to me on a brilliant silver platter. So, you're lucky I even arrived at my car."

"I bet you I can guess—"

"It was Donny."

"Pete, you ass! I was gonna guess!" Blaire punched my arm as I started the car, and I shot her a glare.

"Okay, that hurt."

"Lucky I was there to save the day," Leroy chipped in, and Blaire gave me another odd look.

"Oh, right. Shotgun," Blaire said suddenly, even though everyone had already gotten in the car.

Blaire was in the front seat. Andy and Leroy were in the back.

"You guys are getting really shit at calling shotgun," I said, looking into the back seat, where Leroy shrugged, and Andy shook his head.

"Honestly, I just want to know what you did to piss Donny off this time?" Andy asked as I pulled out of the parking lot, and it was Blaire's turn to hum in agreement.

"Well, apparently, just by breathing I can do that," I answered, keeping my eyes trained on the road.

"Yeah, you have that effect on people."

"Gee, thanks, Andy," I said, ignoring the chuckles from the others as we continued the drive to Andy's house.

With the idle chatter, it wasn't long before I was parking my car on the curb in front of Andy's house, and Andy and Leroy got out of the vehicle.

"I'll be back in a sec," Leroy said before closing the car door, leaving Blaire and me alone.

"Back in a sec?" Blaire asked, raising her eyebrows at me.

"I'm going to his house," I said sheepishly, and Blaire slapped my arm.

"I thought you were avoiding him!"

"I was, but it just happened! He sounded like he needed a friend."

"Pete, this is almost the complete opposite of what you should be doing," Blaire said, trying to contain her laughter as my face began to heat up.

"Shut up. Something's wrong. I'm just being there for him," I said, looking away from Blaire, trying to hide my face. "He got a bit shirty with me, so I'm just seeing what's up."

Saying he got 'shirty' with me was a bit much, considering he apologised and told me something was up. But I wanted to talk about it, and I knew to say it like that would draw Blaire in. I hoped.

"He grabbed you by the shirt?" Blaire asked.

"What? No, Blaire—"

"Pushed you up against the wall and seductively whispered into your ear," Blaire continued, and I could tell she was staring at me, watching my face grow redder with every word she spoke.

"We both know that's not what I meant!"

"Slowly, he lifts your shirt. His hands begin to trace up your bare skin, sending chills rippling through your body, as his lips graze down your jawline—"

"Okay! Enough!" I cut Blaire off before starting up my car again and turning up the radio, drowning out the sounds of her laughter.

Sitting listening to the radio and ignoring Blaire, I tried my best to get the image that she had painted out of my head before it became a problem.

"Why is the radio so loud?" I heard Leroy's voice break through the noise, and I quickly turned the radio down.

"Just some imagery exercise," Blaire said smugly, and I could feel her eyes on me.

"Yeah, that's what we'll call it," I muttered, looking at the rear-view mirror to see Leroy closing the car down and putting his seatbelt on. "All right, let's go."

With that, I shifted gears, pulled away from Andy's house, albeit a little roughly, and began driving to Blaire's house, hoping I hadn't made a mistake by agreeing to go to Leroy's.

"All right, get out," I said bluntly as I pulled up in front of Blaire's house, and she gave me a smirk as she opened the door.

"Don't have too much fun."

"We need to have a talk later," I said harshly, and Blaire winked at me.

"Oh, yes, we do."

With that, Blaire pulled herself out of the car and swung her bag on her back. Giving Leroy a wave, she wandered across the road and up to her small house.

"And then there were two," Leroy said, clambering out of the backseat to get into the front seat.

"Why not use the doors?" I asked, dodging his arms and legs as he struggled over the centre console.

"I love a challenge."

After a few more moments of Leroy struggling, he finally found his place in the front seat, and as I looked at him moving to get comfortable, I couldn't help but smile brightly.

"Let's go!" Leroy beamed, looking over at me, and I nodded, feeling my face begin to heat up.

Starting the trip to Leroy's house, I couldn't help but think that the coming afternoon may be very, very long.

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A/N: You probably are very right, Pete.

I love Peter, but I still think he's an idiot.

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