The Boy Next Door

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

I sat on my bed, and he just waited. I sighed; it was time to tell him.

“The reason I was upset was because my parents came home.” I said while looking in his eyes. He looked even more bewildered, but he nodded to tell me to continue. “I came downstairs on Sunday to see them in the kitchen. I was just as shocked as you are now, but I would not show them that I missed them or that I was glad to see them. I refused to talk to them, and then they told me that they wanted to stop by on their way to Paris.

I was shocked. I went off on them about how they were never my parents, and that they loved Michael more than me. I yelled at them because they never comforted me after Mike died, and how they left me alone. Then I told them that Michael would be disappointed in them, and that’s when my dad slapped me. I would not cry, so instead I told them to get the fuck out of my life, and that I never wanted to see them again.” I told Will.

He engulfed me in a familiar hug that I have come to know and love. I wasn’t going to tell him that I missed Michael. I wanted to deal with this on my own, and not have people saying “life goes on” and all that crap.

“They never deserved to have someone as great as you as their daughter.” He whispered into my ear, sending shivers through my body.

“I am not their daughter. Yes that woman gave birth to me, but if I was truly their daughter, they would never have done any of this crap that they have done.” I forced myself to hold back my tears. Those people were no longer worth my tears; hell, they never were.

Will just pulled me closer. This boy always knew what I wanted. He always told me that people like my parents and Jace didn’t deserve me, but in reality, I didn’t deserve Will.

He was such a better person than I was. If I ever spoke these thoughts to Will, he would probably laugh them off, and tell me that I was totally wrong. I mentally smiled at this thought. When I was in Will’s arms, everything felt better. I know that sounds cheesy, but it was the truth.

Will had literally risked his life for me, and I could never thank him enough; despite his arguments that I had no need to thank him, I would do it for as long as I lived.

“Will,” I started, but he cut me off.

“No, don’t thank me. I love doing this.” He stated as he held me closer.

“But you don’t understand; I need to thank you.” I smiled into his chest.

“I know that you want to thank me, but I don’t want your gratitude. I just want to know that I’m doing this because you want me to, and not because you feel that you have to.” He said while staring into my eyes.

I was confused; I thought that he felt obligated to do this, not vice versa.

“Will, I-” I began to explain to him, but yet again, he cut me off.

“Shh, just relax.” He smiled into my hair.

I sighed. There was no way that I would win this argument.

When Saturday came around, Tay and I had to wake up extra early to go to tryouts. Taylor and I were definitely not morning people, and we acted a little bitchy. We got to the fields and started to warm up. It felt good to be able to run with no care in the world.

Whenever I played softball, I could forget everything. It reminded me of Will when he painted. I was stretching when Coach Wilson blew her whistle, signaling for a huddle. I ran to the pitcher’s mound like everyone else.

“Ok, Newbies in the outfield, and Vets in the infield. I want Skylar pitching, Taylor short stop, Angie first, Sam catcher, Alex second, Macy third, and Jenna batting.” Coach Wilson yelled so we could all hear her.

We got into our positions, and I began to warm up. I loved the feeling when I snapped the ball. I loved listening to the sound of the ball hitting the catcher’s glove. Softball was my sport, and nobody could ruin it.

After tryouts, I was really sweaty, so I took a shower. I turned the water as hot it could go, and I stepped inside. I let the sting of the water take away all the pain in my muscles.

Coach really pushed us today. Since this wasn’t my first year, I was practically guaranteed a spot this year. Apparently, I was the best pitcher this school had seen in a long time, or so I have been told.

I stepped out of the shower, and saw that I had a text.

Sky! Come to my place for movie night. Invite Will. I’m bringing Matt –Tay

I called Will and asked him if he wanted to go. He said yeah, and I told him that I would pick him up in an hour. I threw on sweatpants and an old t-shirt. Hey, it was movie night, and I didn’t care what I looked like. I packed a bag full of other clothes because I knew I would end up staying the night at her house.

I was in my Jeep listening to music and waiting for Will. I started singing, when someone hopped in my car. I let out a little yelp. I turned my head to see Will. He was laughing.

“You jerk! You scared the shit outta me.” I slapped him playfully on the arm.

“Ouch.” He said faking hurt.

“Boohoo, cry me a river.” I said while rolling my eyes.

“So what movie are we watching?” he asked.

“No idea, but being Tay, it’ll probably be something scary.” I said while shrugging my shoulders.

Apparently her idea of a romantic evening was a bowl of popcorn and a horror fest. I swear there really is something wrong with that girl.