This Guy

Chapter 41- Answers

Annnd the moment we've all been waiting for, drumroll please! Here you go, Shane's POV.

Ahh, my mood: Mixed between, disappointed, and upset.

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Shane's POV

I ran a hand through my hair. What did I just do? Why did I kiss that girl?

That's my third time. If Ryan finds out, I-

"YOU BIG FAT JERK!" I heard her yell. My blood went cold. I turned around and saw her pained eyes, and I felt guilt eat me alive.

"You don't understand, let me explain." I whispered, making my way down the hallway. She backed away, and every step she took, I felt my heart break. I mentally slapped myself. Why's your heart breaking, when you're the one who cheated? 3 freaking times? My

conscience asked me. I stopped, and Ryan took it as her que go run.

"I hate you!" she screamed, before running out the front doors.

I sighed. I started to walk outside, when I stopped. I knew I can't even look at her right now. She'd probably just slap me. But I deserve it. Why was I so stupid?

Next Day

"Shane. Get your fat ass up, you have work!" Dylan yelled. We had a guys night, and now it's Saturday. I had to go to SunnySide Daycare, and I'm positive Ryan was gonna be there. I just don't know how to face her. I squirmed into the covers

.

"But Ryan's gonna be there." I mumbled. Dylan groaned. Lately he's been coming over, knowing I screwed up. Yet, still being there for me. He's just been here, being my brother, and gagging, when I go out for a hunt, and come back with blood, stained on my lips.

And, Macy is going through some depression state, because of her dad, so now he's all over the place. Hanging with me, comforting Macy, and talking to Ryan.

Nobody could ask for a better brother, boyfriend, or best friend.

"And so? It's your fucking fault for cheating on my sistah." he retorted. I threw the covers off of me, and sat up.

"Dude! Who's side are you on?!" I demanded. Is he for real? I was just complimenting him, in my mind!

He shrugged. "Who ever is right to me."

I groaned. "But I knew you longer! No fair."

He chuckled. "Sucks for you. That's your third time. Break my sistah's heart, once more? I break you. " He walked out the room, and left me in my thoughts. Woah. Too much.

What would I do if I were Ryan?

Break up with your dick self. My conscience answered.

Gee, thanks so much, I thought to myself. That totally made me feel better.

I swung my legs over the bed, and stood up. I stretched. I got ready, and walked into the kitchen. Hmm, can of cow blood, or cereal, which tastes like oatmeal?

I decided on cereal, which tastes like Oatmeal. I finished, got up, and yelled, "Later dude, going to work!", to Dylan. (Earning a 'whatever' back.)

I jogged to the daycare, thought more about the relationship. Why has she forgiven me, so many times? After what I've done done? This is my 3rd time. I highly doubt that she'd get back with me. I gulped, at the thought.

Trying to shake off the thought, not wanting to even think about it.

I finally got to the Daycare, and saw Ryan's mom's car, parked outside.

I looked at the doors. Just staring. Preparing myself. For the worst.

A breakup.

A slap.

The silent treatment.

The worst of the worst.

Sunday

I texted Ryan to meet me at the playground, but she didn't show up. I tapped my foot impatiently, against the mulch. It's been half an hour. I got up, concluding she wasn't coming.

I stopped in my tracks, and almost smiled, before frowning. She had a black hoodie on, with some skinny jeans, and black converses. I've never seen her look so... dull. She's always wearing bright colors, never dark colored clothes.

Did I do that? To her?

I sat back down on the bench, and patted a spot beside me. She hesitated, before sitting down.

I sighed, "Please look at me." I told her.

She ignored me.

I frowned. "Please." She finally looked at me. Err, glared at me. I don't blame her though. The guilt was starting to gnaw me alive. I hated the feeling.

I knew I had to tell her. Just be straightforward about the dick I am.

"Ryan, I know you hate me. I hate me too." I started. Pausing, as if to see if she'd walk away.

I continued, when she looked at the ground.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I cheated. 3 fucking times. I don't know why, I did it. A-and, I know I don't deserve forgiveness." I choked out the last bit, knowing I said the right thing, but not wanting Ryan to actually believe it, and leave me.

She continued to stare at the ground. I sighed. Ran a hand through my hair, and looked up at the sky.

"Go ahead. Insult me. B-break up with me-e. Curse me out. Just do it fast, because I don't want to hear you say it. I'll admit. I'm a coward. Who cheats on his girl. Who doesn't want to be left alone. And I'm excepting the consequences." I ended. Honestly, I didn't even think I could say a simple, 'hello', but here I was, pouring my heart out.

Like a girl.

Like Ryan.

She finally reacted. She turned to me, and her eyes were glazed with tears. Her eyes, bloodshot, with bags under them. Her eyes, a deep brown pool, of depression.

I wanted to cry, knowing that I made her feel this way. Knowing that I'm the dick who made her feel like crap.

And then she started to cry, and collapsed into my arms. I blinked, and wrapped my arms around her. I rested my chin on her head. I felt the tears soak into my shirt.

But I didn't even care. All I wanted was her back into my arms. Even if snot was sinking into my skin.

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