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"I can't do this, B-Beau. You need to l-leave." I can't help the stutter in my words.
"Ryan, I said I was sorry. I didn't know about your father. Had I known, it never would have happened…" he says softly, caressing my cheek.
I bend down and grab the discarded towel, wrapping it back around my body. "That doesn't make it okay, Beau. Bullying is never okay!" I stare at him in disbelief.
The look on his face does tell me that he's being truthful, but that doesn't matter. He can't expect me to forgive him…forgive every little thing he taunted me with or the times he's shoved me into lockers or tripped me. He says he's been crushing on me, but seriously, who does those things to someone they like?
Surprisingly, he nods.
"Okay, I'll go. Just know that I'm going to prove to you just how sorry I am." He grabs me around the waist and pulls me into him. "Now that I know how wrong I was, I'm not going to give up until I make you mine."
I stare into his piercing green eyes, eyes with a color that reminds me of a forest. I can get lost in them like I would in an actual forest. A shiver wracks my body at the depth of his want for me, and I have to look away. He isn't having it, though.
Taking my chin, he turns my face back to his. "I'm serious, Ryan. I've wanted you for so fucking long, and now, I'm going to have you. The question is, how long will it take for you to see that itwill happen?" His mouth dips once again, and he brushes a kiss across my lips before pulling away.
I remain standing here, watching him walk to my door, but he stops and turns. "I hope you weren't looking for these, because you will no longer need them."
My eyes widen when I notice the little bag of pills I just bought. I reach for them quickly. "Give them back, Beau!"
"You don't need them, Ryan. I will help you—" he states as he snatches them away.
I cut him off. "No! I just went two fucking days without anything, I need something! I spent a lot of money on those!"
He studies me. "You actually paid for these? No, BJs?" The fucker smirks at me.
"Brock is the only one that gets those, but I'm not speaking to him right now, so I had to pay for them." I don't miss the anger that rises in his eyes.
"That fucker best stay far away from you, or else I will do a hell of a lot worse!" Beau states, angrily.
I gasp. "You're the one that beat him up?"
"What he did to you wasn't cool, and I made sure he fucking knew it. He's lucky I didn't end him right then and there!" He starts to leave again, but I call out.
"How, Beau? How did you know?"
"Because I watched every fucking minute of it. I told you, Ryan, I've turned into a stalker, wanting to ensure you stay safe while fucking up your life with this shit!" He holds the pill bag up. "It stops now, Ryan."
Before I can argue with him anymore, he's gone, and so are my pills.
Day 3. I'm not leaving my bed. I can't. I am so tired and don't have the energy to lift the covers. Let the school call my mother. Maybe then she will start acting like a parent. I won't hold my breath, though. There is no way I could concentrate on my schoolwork while feeling this way, even if I tried.
Damn Beau for taking my pills! All I needed was one measly pill, enough to take the edge off. Now, I'm worse. No wonder people continue doing drugs. The withdrawals make you want to die. I want to go to sleep and just remain in that state forever. Except, I got shit for sleep last night. I'm so tired, yet sleep won't come to me.
When I do finally find some semblance of sleep, pounding on my front door awakens me. I groan and kick my feet like a child throwing a tantrum, because I know I won't be able to go back to sleep again. Muffling the sound of the knocking with my pillow, I wait for whoever it is to go away.
Finally, the noise stops, and I sigh. Just when I think I may be able to go back to sleep, my covers are ripped from my body, and I shriek. I'm completely naked. When I open my eyes, a pair of green eyes stare back at me in disbelief.
"What's wrong, Ryan?" The disbelief turns into concern as he sits on the edge of my bed.
"I need sleep… Go away!" I growl and try pulling the covers back over me.
"You are fucking sweating profusely, Ryan…"
"I'm cold! I want my comforter, Beau."
"Jesus, you're burning up!" His hand is all over my forehead and cheeks.
Batting his hand away, I glare at him. "It's called withdrawal, asshole! You took my pills, and now I have to suffer!"
