"Bad boys- They're cocky, arrogant, and distracting... but maybe that's just what I need."
Jess is your not-so-typical teenage girl with a genuine heart and punk style. She's not fond of bad boys and Brett is the worst of them. He always seems to kn...
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Chapter 11
Back To Being A Bad Boy
Jessi
I knew the others could hear me crying, despite me trying my hardest to muffle the noises into the hand towel I had grabbed from the towel rack. I wasn't sure how long I'd been in there but it was enough for my eyes to feel heavy and sting. I heard a knock on the door, indicating enough time had passed to send someone looking for me. I took the towel I'd been crying into and wiped away a few tears sliding down my cheek. I took a deep breath, my throat and eyes felt swollen. A second knock on the door. I sniffled as I stood up and walked over to the mirror. My face was red and puffy, eyes bloodshot. Don't even get me started on my makeup. I tiredly wiped the underneath of my eyes, washing away the black river. I knew this was about as good as I could get it.
I blinked a few times, waiting for my eyes to clear up. Another knock comes, but this time it's not a small wrap on the door. It's incessant and continuous. "Just a second!" I call out. My voice sounded hoarse and I really hoped that it was only Emmi. But with the colossal crap Shute of a day I've had so far, I doubted that was the case.
I took a few deep breaths, calming my mind and my heart before I opened the door.
It was Adam. He stepped inside and closed the door. Once checking to make sure it was shut tight, he turned to me. "You okay?" His voice was low and soft, his eyes searching into mine as though he could see the scars on my heart. This was a rare moment, he was normally boisterous or quietly scheming, the older brother with a devilish sense of humor. "Mmhm." I nodded, my eyes close as my head turns, facing the floor. After a moment, I look back up just in time to catch Adam shaking his head at me.
After giving me a moment, he closed the distance, silently wrapping his arms around me, I didn't protest. I let my tired head rest on his chest, the rhythmic thumping of his heart felt so calming. I didn't cry, I'd done enough of that for now; I just stood there and let him comfort me. His warmth spread through my body and I felt a little better. I couldn't help but realize that this was the first time he'd done something like this for me. We normally went for drives in his car and shit talked the people I was mad at. He wasn't normally the hugging type when it came to comforting others.
I think he could see I had no fire left in me to do something like that. He might of also been slightly against shit talking his brother, but who knows. I couldn't help but wonder if Adam knew everything that was going on. Andy was his brother after all... But I doubt Andy would be eager to tell his big brother about it, since I knew Adam would of been disappointed in the way he handled the whole situation.
I kept my mouth shut, not wanting to ruin the moment. After a while, he let me go and we just stood there in silence. What was there to say? I let out a puff of air feeling a bit awkward.I could feel a bit of the stress leaving my body. There was no doubt that he knew I had been crying- anyone with working eyes could tell I had been crying. Even if he hadn't heard it, he definitely could tell from my face. "So, you going to tell me what happened?" Once again his words were soft, like they were holding delicate glassware.
I shook my head, playing with the hem on my dress. "Nothing. I just... overreacted." He gave me a doubting look. "Jessi, don't lie to me. You usually under react. Now tell me. Please." I looked into his eyes, solace deep within them.
I sighed. It's been one heck of a long day. I put my back up against the wall and let myself slide down, feeling the cool wall temperature slowly seep into my own body. What could I say? As much as I was upset with Andy right now, I didn't want to give away anything to Adam and get them into a fight again. They'd already been through so much I felt it was wrong to put a wedge between the two of them. "Andy's just being..." I paused thinking of the right words. "A dickhead?" Adam offers questioningly.
"Yeah. A dickhead." I agreed with a huff. "Oh." I could tell Adam was having a hard time coming up with what else to say. I was also having a difficult time finding a way to move the conversation from that point.
There was a knock at the door which sliced through our silence. Adam pivoted towards the door, opening it. It was Brett. He had that already so familiar look in his eyes that told me he was up to no good. "Don't mean to interrupt, but I think it's only fair that we all get the same amount of time with her. Your seven minutes in heaven are up. My turn!" He leaned his head past Adam's back and gave me a wink that made my skin crawl.
I scowled at him, too distraught to really deal with his games. He let out that wonderful laugh in response and I tried really hard not to show what effect it had on me. "I'm not in the mood." I say, turning my head away. I knew he'd try harder to get a reaction if I let him see the true state I was in.
"Aww, see what you did Adam? You tired her out! Now, I can't have any fun!" Brett jokingly pokes at Adam's shoulder. In retaliation, Adam shoulder checks him. "What the hell Brett? That's too far, even for you. Don't fucking talk about her like that." Adams words have a low growl to them as he sizes Brett up. Brett gives him a confused look, the sly fox smile slipping from his face. "Shut the fuck up Brett. I'm being serious." Adam reiterates. Realizing his antics were no longer being tolerated - at least for the night- Brett backs off, hands up in the air. "Okay. Jeez." I pointedly noticed he avoided apologizing for his words. But I guess getting Brett to back down was about as good as we were going to get. I could feel the tension rising in the room as I could tell Brett had more he wanted to say, but Adam wasn't about to let him.
"Brett, we are leaving!" A voice echoes up the stairs towards us. That was Brett's uncle. It was shortly followed by my mother's, "And Adam, your mom want's you home. She says she's worried about Andy." As if they were reading from cue cards for a TV show, my father then pipes in. "And Jessica, go to bed. You have school in the morning!" We all awkwardly passed each other without a word. I walked across the hall and went into my room. I close the door, locking it just in case Brett felt like pulling a last minute stunt. I was too tired to get into my pajamas, so I just took off my dress and hopped into bed, falling asleep almost instantly.
