Why Don't We Imagines

Moving On (part 4)

I turn around and look at him, tears welling in my eyes. I feel so anxious right now. "I told you not to stick up for me in front of Oscar. I told you I can handle myself and now look at you. You probably have a broken nose and god knows what happened to Crawford. I told you not to!"

Corbyn nods and slowly reaches out to rub my arms soothingly. "I know. I know. I'm sorry. I should have ignored him. We should have walked away. I'm sorry Jules. But can you blame me for wanting him to know he was wrong for cheating on you? Can you blame me for wanting to protect you?"

"I don't like when people fight Corbyn. Oscar has always been this way and I've grown to hate it. I can't do this if you're going to fight him every time you see him because you feel the need to protect me," I mumble.

"I won't fight him ever. I promise you that. Besides he's the one who hit me," he says.

I roll my eyes and shove him lightly. "That's not the point and you know it."

Corbyn chuckles nd grabs my hands gently. "I know. I won't fight him okay?"

I look down at our hands and then up at him, nodding slightly. "Fine. Now sit back down so I can finish cleaning you up."

Corbyn smiles a bit and sits back down on the stool he was sitting on before. i step between his legs and gently start dabbing around his nose, getting the rest of the blood cleaned up. I toss the paper towels in the trash and look down at him.

"Thank you for helping me clean up," he whispers, his hands carefully sliding around my waist.

I nod and lock eyes with him, and I can hear my heart beating in my ears. I'm suddenly very aware of every movement. Every breath. His hands are steady but his breathing seems shaky. I watch as he starts to lean up toward me. I slide my hands around his cheeks and push my lips against his slowly.

Corbyn's hands slide up my back to pull me closer and he stands in one swift movement. I'm pressed against him as he kisses me deeply. My hands slide through his hair now and I kiss him again.

He slowly pulls away, pressing his forehead against mine. "I've been wanting to do that since last year."

I smile and brush my nose against his. "I'm glad you did."

He smiles and pecks my lips a few times. I giggle and pull away. "Let's go home. I need to make sure Crawford is okay."

"Corbyn nods and takes my hand in his, lacing his fingers with mine. We walk out to his car and he opens the passenger side door for me. I smile and climb in, watching as he walks around and climbs in the driver's side. We drive in silence to my house, but it's a comfortable silence. I think about kissing him the whole way there. I can't wipe the smile off my face.

When we pull up, I'm relieved to see Christina's car in her driveway next door. That means they're home. We walk inside and Crawford is sitting in the kitchen shirtless while Christina tends to his wounds.

He looks up when the door closes. "You good Besson?"

Corbyn nods despite the bruising starting to form around his nose and eyes.

"Jules? Are you alright?" Crawford asks.

I walk over to him and study his bruises and wounds for a moment before I smack his forehead.

"Ow what the heck?" He questions.

"I've told you countless times not to fight Oscar and what did you do? I don't care how strong you are Crawford! He could have done some serious damage!" I yell.

"I'm sorry! I stepped in when he punched my friend!" He shouts back.

"Don't do it again or you'll have bigger problems than just Oscar," I grumble.

He nods and I step back to let Christina continue to help him out.

"What did the teacher do?" Corbyn asks, gently rubbing my back.

"I have to see Principal Taylor on Monday. I'll probably get suspended," Crawford mumbles.

I frown and shake my head. "That's not fair. You didn't start it."

"I don't know Jules. We'll see what happens on Monday," he says.

"Why don't we grab a drink and sit and watch a movie?" Christina suggests to ease the tension.

I slowly nod and look up at Corbyn. "Do you want to stay?"

"Yeah I'd love to," he says softly, kissing my forehead.

"Uh what's going on between you two?" Crawford asks.

My cheeks flush and I look down at my hands. "I don't know. it's still pretty new."

"Well you need to shut it down whatever it is," he continues.

I frown and look up at him. "Excuse me? Since when do you get to tell me how to live my life?"

"Since now. You're not dating Corbyn," Crawford says.

I'm going to slap him again.

"What? Crawford where is this coming from?" Christina asks.

"Corbyn's a nice guy. You said so yourself," I add.

"Crawf-" Corbyn starts, almost like a warning.

"Really? Because he was at the party where Oscar first cheated and di nothing to step in and stop it," he snaps.

Silence. All I hear is silence. Christina looks at me with wide eyes. I slowly turn and look up at Corbyn.

"Y-you were there?" I manage to spit out.

"Jules, I-" I cut him off.

"Were you at the party that night?" I ask, the words coming out stronger this time.

Corbyn looks down at his hands and nods. "Yes."

I purse my lips and shake my head. "You need to leave."

"Jules please," he begs quietly.

"I can't be with someone who would stand by and watch another girl's boyfriend cheat on her. And you knew and didn't tell me. Go home Corbyn," I say.

I walk past him and head up the stairs to me room. Tears blur my vision all the way down the hall. I shut my door and sit on my bed, sniffling. I let out a frustrated cry and throw a pillow across my room. 

I hear the front door close and moments later my door opens. I see Christina walk in.

"Are you alright?" She asks.

"We kissed tonight. I really like him Christina and then I found this out and I just don't know what to think," I mutter, wiping at my eyes.

"I'm sorry Jules. He should have told you about Oscar or at least about the party. That's unfair to you. But do you think maybe he didn't because he likes you?" She questions,  sitting beside me.

"If he liked me then he should have had the decency to tell me instead of letting me get hurt for two months," I say.

"Yeah I guess you're right about that," she replies.

"And Crawford knew and didn't say anything either. Just last week he told me to go for it with Corbyn. I'm gonna kill him," I add.

Christina bites her lip. "Could you maybe not? I happen to like him and I don't want to see him dead."

I laugh a bit and rest my head on her shoulder. "Fine."