There was a knock on my bedroom door and I didn't have the energy to open it. I didn't want to talk or to see anyone at that moment, the only thing I kept seeing was me pushing Crevan away from me to stop him from trying to something with me. But that one was scarier. I pushed him into a deep black hole and I wasn't happy about it. I felt miserable because I wouldn't get to see his blue/brown eyes again.
I groaned and covered my eyes with my hands. I needed to stop thinking about Crevan. He was a total jerk who needed to get his act together before I do something I might regret like hitting him in the balls and punching him. Fuck that. I'll just beat him up until he actually gets the message. I cut my trail of thoughts when I realized that I sounded like a bully.
What in the hell was he doing to me? He didn't do anything wrong. Wait, yes, he did! I groaned again and the knocks got harder. Was it just impossible for everyone to leave me alone for one day? I just wanted to look up at the stars and forget the problems I have.
"Zayden! Open the door, dipshit! You have a visitor!" Eden yelled from the other side of the door. Who wanted to see me? I hoped it wasn't one of Crevan's idiot friends. I got up of my bed and swung the door open to see Rhett with his hands in his pockets. His brown eyes snapped to mine and he gave me a small smile.
I raised an eyebrow and was about to say something when Eden opened his mouth. "What the hell took you so long? We've been standing here for ten minutes, Zayden."
What the hell was he doing at my house? How the hell did he know where I live? A small memory popped out of my mind and I remembered when Rhett gave me a lift home and the indecent we had.
"Next time you could have leave the visitor downstairs, dickhead," I moved my glaze from Rhett to Eden. Eden rolled his eyes and went behind Rhett and pushed him inside my room. "Dad said to take him upstairs and that he's going out."
"Where is he going?"
"I don't know. Maybe to buy another beer", Eden said with a shrug. Of course. My dad hasn't stopped moping over Rachael and getting depressed for even a moment, he was too deep in that shit. I told my mom about it and she said she couldn't do anything about it, even when I asked her why, she didn't answer me. I knew that my mother wasn't telling me something, and I had to figure it out by myself, but I didn't have time. As you could see, I was a little busy with some idiots.
Dad only ate, watched TV, ate again, and went to sleep. He sometimes went to work but that was only in Thursday and Friday and he told his boss that he was sick and wasn't going to stay late. It was only an excuse so he didn't have to go to work and see Rachael. I felt bad for my father, but seriously, he needed to man up. He had mom and he should've been happy. I nodded at Eden and before he walked away, he smirked and gave me an thumb up. Dickhead.
"Come in," I said and moved out of the way. Rhett nodded and walked inside; as soon as he was in he started to look around my room while I closed the door. He was wearing a black leather jacket, blue jeans, and clean black converse. I looked down at mine and they were dirty, but I wouldn't call Eden's art work ugly. He was almost getting his regular skin color, and he didn't have bags under his eyes, but I knew under the leather jacket were the cuts on his arms that were covered in band-aids. "Nice room," he commented and looked around my room more.
I sat down on my bed and looked around and frowned. There was nothing nice about my room. It was a medium room, the floor was clean, but then all the walls were covered. There were band posters, superhero posters, game posters, and movie posters on my walls. Eden said it was cool in there, and that he was going to do the same for his room.
And he also made a clear point that he has been always surprised because there were no pictures of naked girls scattered around my walls, like his school kids said about their brother's rooms. I remembered how I laughed when he said that and he laughed too. I forgot how I laughed but I hoped it was better than Eden's.
"Thanks, I guess," I said and looked up at the ceiling. My glowing stars started to glow, there were some on my walls but mostly were on the ceiling, how I liked it. And then I heard a gasp. I jumped a little bit and noticed Rhett's brown eyes looked up at the ceiling. I knew they were for little kids, but they were so beautiful. It felt weird showing another person my glowing stars. Not so many people had those stars anymore, they thought it was old, while I loved them so much, people needed to shut their mouths.
"This is amazing, Zayden," Rhett exclaimed. I've never seen him shocked in my life. I didn't know why he was shocked about that. It was nothing special.
I shrugged. "Yeah, whatever."
He moved his shocked eyes to me and they looked surprised, "Whatever? They're amazing, Zayden. Don't you care?"
I glared at him and he ignored my glare. He sat on my bed and gave me another smile. My frown deepened and for some reason I didn't want him to go away but at the same time I did, if that made any sense.
There was a moment of silence, and I was getting anxious but at the same time impatient. Did he want to tell me or ask me about something? Shouldn't he be with his idiot friends? Or in a party having fun? I bet they were outside waiting for Rhett so he could tell me that he didn't care about me anymore and that this was a sick joke.
Rhett cleared his throat and starched the back of his neck. "I-I never thanked you for taking me to the nurse's office." He said shyly, as he looked at the ground.
Really? Was that what he wanted to tell me? He wanted to thank me for taking him to the nurse’s office? I waited for him to say "Hey loser! This was a joke and you’re a freak!" And to start laughing, He didn't. And I didn't hear honks coming from outside.
I nodded and patted his back, heat approaching into my fingers to my hand. "No problem," I said and got up. "Now get out."
He rose an eyebrow and got up slowly. "What?"
"I said get out. You could've told me tomorrow."
He nodded slowly and it looked like he wasn't too pleased about my answer. He didn't walk too far from me when he blurted out, "You've never answered my question."
"You've never answered mine," I snapped. I'd have really liked to go to sleep but he wasn't leaving. He was driving me crazy, and I just wanted him to leave.
He didn't hear the anger in my voice and kept going. "Why are you angry?"
"Why do you care?"
"Because I can care, and I know you don't like if someone cares for you."
"I never said that." "But you showed it." I was going to say something but a smirk which started to form on his lips has stopped me. They were light pink and small and I wondered if he wore snakebites like Crevan. What the hell was I thinking of? Have I thought of Rhett being cute?
And maybe, Crevan? Oh, the horror. Rhett walked back to my bed but he was standing in front of me. Our faces were close to each other and butterflies were starting to rise in my stomach. If I could turn off the lights in my room, I would, so Rhett wouldn't have to see my face. It was awkward when a guy stood in front of your face, say nothing and just stare. My hands started to get sweaty, my stomach was beating firmly, and I felt like it was going to explode.
My eyes dropped down to his lips suddenly and out of nowhere, I licked my lips and looked back at Rhett's eyes. Something shifted into Rhett's eyes and it gave me an eerie feeling. He took another step closer to me and I felt his breathe brushing on my face, moved my hair a little bit, and our lips were inches away. Rhett was debating if he should do something or not and I was standing there like a puppet, feeling something I've never felt before. What was it? I didn't know how to describe it but...I knew it couldn't be love.
"Do I make you nervous, Zayden?" He whispered. I nodded weakly and a smirk appeared on his face. "Good," he said and backed away.
Wake up! I shook my head and glared at him. "What the hell do you do to me?" He shrugged and that stupid smirk was on his face still. "Nothing. I just wanted to know if I make you nervous. Not a big deal."
"Bullshit. I want you out." He nodded and I was shocked.
I thought he was going to say something. Beg me to let him stay and talk about this little problem we've got. I opened the door for him and he walked out of my room. In my mind, I thought Rhett was going to say something or actually do what he was going to do. To kiss me. But he didn't.
Instead he turned around with a smile, "We should do this more often. I like to see you blush," he said and winked. I felt heat on my cheeks and I looked away.
"I don't blush. I just get..Something. Just go away."
He chuckled and walked away. I heard the door opened and closed and I closed mine. I jumped on the bed and screamed into my pillow. I stopped when my throat started to burn and breathed a little. I felt like rushing to Rhett, grabbing his face and smashing his lips to mine. But I knew this was a sick joke. He wouldn't do that. He was just fucking up my mind so he can tell his idiot friends.
"He's fucking up my mind. I don't like him. He's fucking up my mind. I don't like him. This is a sick joke," I whispered to myself and tried to remember that but all I thought was Rhett's light pink lips smiling and smirking with any chance he could get.
"Is that the guy?" I heard Eden said. Couldn't he have knocked?
"Fuck off, Eden," I said with gritted teeth.
He smirked and said "I can see why he likes you. When you guys were close to each other, it looked like he wanted to kiss you." His eyes widened when a pillow was coming at him and he ran screaming to his room. I groaned and slammed my head on my pillow.
Note to self: Lock the door tight and make sure Rhett never comes near my house in the suture or me, ever again.