Chapter 12 Helping Aidan (Why?)
So I knock onto Aidan's door, and he doesn't answer. So I freak out. I mean, all I wanted was to ask him if we were still friends or not. Since he wasn't answering I threw open the door and barged in.
There he was, lying on the ground, hand over his nuts. I let out a gasp and knelt beside him. He grunted as I tried to help him up. He pushed me away, still in that pathetic form of a ball.
"What the hell...?" I started to ask. But I already knew the answer. Ashley. It was Ashley. And now I was gunna damn her to the lowest form of hell.
"Just...go...away..." He grunted. His voice was laced with pain and I felt tears coming to my eyes.
"No! Even though your a dick, I still love you and you're going to have to do more than that to get rid of me!" I said. I pulled him to his feet and pushed him onto the couch. He fought against me, but it was a halfhearted attempt.
"Go...away...AJ..."
"It was Ashley, wasn't it? Oh shit she's sooooo dead!"
"AJ! Listen! I need.... I need you to go."
"No! I'm staying until your better and that's that!" I sat determinedly on the couch next to him. He sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Okay... This is awkward."
I shrugged and looked at his bruises. Ouch... I thought. That must've hurt... I gently pushed on his black eye and he let out an involuntary cry of pain. I quickly withdrew my hand.
"Ow..." He grumbled, pushing my hands away. I rushed over to his refrigerator, and grabbed him an ice pack.
"Here." I said, shoving it in his face. I sighed. Why was I helping Aidan? He had dumped me, left me, threw me out like a piece of trash. He didn't care anymore. So why did I still care about him?
I walked back to the fridge, and helped myself to some of the chocolate milk in there. I hesitated before pouring, and looked at my waistline. I was 15 and weighed 124. I was FAT! At least I thought so. So I put in away and poured myself a glass of water instead. I sat down beside Aidan and sighed. He looked at me, amused.
"Still worried about your weight, eh?"
"Mm... Yeah."
"You can leave now. I feel better." I looked at him. It was a suggestion but I could see the underlying command there. He was feeling guilty... And uncomfortable. So I decided to let him be. Besides, I had other people to screw up.
"Okay. Bye!"
"Yeah. Later." He waved me away. I nodded and hustled out the door, heading for the wooded glade. With any luck, Ashley would be there. And I'd be just in time to make her life freakin miserable.
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