The Guy asking "Why Me?"
Chapter 49 | The Guy asking "Why Me?"
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Lydia's POV
Tears. Sweat. Who knows at this point. My nap fell short and once again, the thought of Stiles reappears more vividly. Sleeping can only do so much until the problem can't be avoided anymore. I could force myself to fall asleep in Aaron's friend's car but— wait, Aaron.
"AARON!! STOP THE FUCKING CAR!" I yell as I grip on my seatbelt and my left arm extended to punch his arm.
He swerves instantly to the side of the vacant road, nearly hitting the low metal fence and the rusty telephone booth. With a slight impact, our heads forcibly nudged forward and back to the seat. First, Aaron looks at me with concern; searching if any damage came across my body, and in a spilt second, his concern switched to frustration.
"Lydia, what the fuck happened?" He pauses expecting a response, but I resume being mute. "You were sleeping one minute and the next you start yelling at me." Again, he anticipates a response, but I have yet debated on giving him an answer. "Lydia, you're not deaf, and I know you can talk. Please, use words and help me out here." Now, he was back to being concerned.
I give him a blank stare, whereas he prolonged the conversation. After a few minutes, I recollected my thoughts and finally spoke to him, "You were driving. You were drunk and you were driving."
"I was sober." He interjects.
"And that makes it any better?" My eyebrows creates a distinct crease to express my frustration and anger. He opens his mouth, but slowly closes it as if he already knew he had lost.
"Sorry." He looks down and clenches his teeth, turns off the engine, and hands over the key with the many accessories to me. Suddenly, he leaves the car and my eyes follow his movements in curiosity. He opens the back of his friend's trunk, and without a hesitation, I open my door to attend his company.
"What are you doing?" I stand near him as he sits down on the edge of the trunk.
"I could've tested you're accusation, and made you more frustrated. That's what I always did. Test people. Make them frustrated because they made me frustrated." Deep down, I am confused, but somehow I managed to keep a strong face— and he continues. What the fuck is happening? I was just mad at him a minute ago, and now I'm comforting him?
"I was frustrated at you a minute ago. I had this urge to— I don't know— I just wanted to yell. I don't know why. But I looked at you, and I knew if I yelled at you, I would never forgive myself." Aaron looks at me intensely, and for such a masculine man, tears began to build up.
"You are too good for me. I know that. You yelled at me for being reckless, and I was ready to yell at you to defend myself. No. I wanted to yell at you because I know I don't deserve you. And I'm mad at myself for loving you." Those words sunk deep and it is as if it is wrapping around my heart.
"The thing is, I volunteered myself to love you and ultimately knowing that you wouldn't love me back. That's why I yelled at Adele, or whatever her name was." I think he means Adeline. "That was why I was ready to yell at you.
"But I gazed at you from the passenger seat, and my frustration at you took a turn and I was frustrated at myself— which is why I had to go out." I notice Aaron's grip on the edge of the car tighten, and I slowly reach for his hand but he flinched.
"Why me?" He must've noticed my expression change instantly, and repeated, "Why me? Why did you have to go to Starbucks on the day that I was working and yelling at that homeless man? Why did you have to see me yell at him, and had the urge to do something? Why did you have to reserve a room in the exact same hotel that I was staying in? Why did you have to come back? Why did you want to stay with me? Why me?" Aaron doesn't even allow himself to wipe away his tears anymore.
I stand there in silence. How do I respond to that? I'm sorry I met you? I'm sorry you met me?
"Lydia. Promise me one thing." Aaron bites his lips and looks down at his shoes. "Promise me that you'll find someone who loves you more than I do."
He chuckles and adds, "Of course you'll do that. It's not hard to love someone like you."
I lean of the edge of the trunk with him and I respond to his comment, trying to add humor, "And you said you were sober."
A burst of laughers escaped his lips and finally, he was looked at me again. Ahh, yes. There's that full Aaron grin that I always loved to see.
"You make me better, you know that, right? I didn't yell at you, which should flatter you because I yell at everyone who frustrates me." Again, we both laugh and I lay my head upon his broad shoulder. His arm wraps around me, like a blanket during the winter, and in that moment, I felt safe. I wished I liked him back. I truly did.
"We should get going now." Aaron says in a gentle voice.
"5 more minutes." I reply, still leaning on his surprisingly comfy shoulder.
"Okay." He relaxes and lays his head against mine.
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Stiles's POV
Throughout the entire drive back to Adeline's (and apparently my) apartment, Adeline continuously justified her irrational behavior towards the infamous Aaron. Stating that she simply "put him in his place," and by place she said, verbatim, "His place is basically where dogs come to do their shit, and where nuclear bombs are tested on." Then continues, "No. His place is where toasters go to get destroyed and turned into cyber robots. Wait, no! His place is worst than the prisons in Venezuela that when you mention it to a former prisoner, he would pee himself and die at the thought of Aaron's place."
I glance at her, and I won't lie, I laugh at Adeline's creative imagination mixed with her frustration. She notices me laugh and glares at me, "What? Why are you staring at me?"
"Cause you put him in his place, and I found that funny."
"Well, he deserved it." She does a fierce hair flip and that made me laugh even harder.
She makes a complete stop towards the stop light, and a few minutes later, a car joins near ours in this silent road. I look straight ahead, and Adeline turns toward my direction to see who was in the driver's seat. For some reason, her eyes widen and she whispers, "That little son of a bitch!"
I squint my eyes in confusion and turn my head to see the infamous dragon we previously encountered, along side with the beautiful princess.
Before I knew it, Adeline was putting down my window and yelling at Aaron. Aaron glances at us from the corner of his eye, and quickly dismisses us. However, once it hit his mind, his head jerked toward our direction. I already knew the expression he had; like a "damn-this-again" look. He rolls his eyes as Adeline literally screams until I become deaf. I continuously ask her to stop, but it doesn't work. At that moment, I just wanted to die.
Yup, I would die from awkwardness. That or die from airplane food. You can never trust what's in them.
"This red light is taking it's long ass time." I thought, and I slowly slide myself down the passenger seat— given the allusion that I am melting.
The light was still red but Aaron did not seem to care, and took the opportunity to jet off.
Adeline glares at me, and for a few minutes, we had a conversation with our eyes. She gave me a 'did-he-just' look, and I gave her a 'don't-do-it' look back. Soon, she rolled her eyes and gave me the 'i-can't believe-him' look, and I sympathize with her with my 'i-know' look.
Luckily for me, Adeline let Aaron's short presence go, and finally, we arrived back to Adeline's (or our) apartment. As soon as she unlocked the apartment door, I slammed myself against the cold wooden tiles and laid there. Adeline tries to get me up, but instantly lost interest to help me.
"If you don't get up from the floor, I'll splash cold water on you." She states and I simply extend my tongue to signify that I was dead.
"Very funny. Now, get up Stiles." She reaches for both my legs when I was reluctant to get up, and drags me towards the couch. I may have received a few burns because of that... oh well, it'll heal. She managed to finally place me on the couch, but it was no easy job and I did not help her at all.
Adeline has a lot of strength, physically and mentally. And I don't regret ever meeting her. Well, technically she forced herself to be my friend but still, I don't regret ever meeting her.
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Author's Notes
Hey lovely people of the internet! Hopefully you all liked this chapter. I've been having major writer's block but now I overcame that! Also, I just want to say how well you guys did on the TEEN WOLF TEST I made in the previous chapter! Just shows how dedicated our fan base are🙌🏼 Let's keep that up!
I haven't seen the new episode of Teen Wolf because my parents took it down. They said, "You yell too much when you watch tv. And you don't go to sleep. And you have to start preparing for school." So yup, imma just ask my cousin to record it for me when I go to her house. But how was the first episode? Help a girl out by letting me know😉.
Only several chapters left until this book will be complete! Keep a heads up and bring some tissues. It might get a little emotional in the last chapter.
Sincerely,
thecastaway
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