Shallow Graves For Shallow Hearts

Chapter four

A few days passed and it was finally Friday. You had pushed all thoughts of liking Matt out of your head and refused to think of them at all. It made things much easier but you couldn’t help but to notice the feeling grow a little more every day and you still got angry when you saw slutty girls trying to talk to him.

But it was Friday and you didn’t have to think about that for two whole days. The only thing you needed to focus on was planning out tonight.

Every Friday night, no matter what, you and he spent the night hanging out and relaxing after a long week of school. You had done it every Friday night since freshman year and the only time it had ever been cancelled was if someone was dead or dying.

Except something was off because every time you brought it up to try to plan out what you guys were going to do tonight, he’d look away and try to change the subject. It was weird but you didn’t mention it for some reason; maybe because deep down you already knew why he was avoiding it.

The last period bell rang and you sprang from your desk, trying not to run out of the door. You didn’t want to be in that classroom for another minute. You head to your locker, tossing all your books into it because fuck homework and lean against the frame waiting for him to come out of gym.

Just as you start to think that he left without you he comes around the corner trailed by Chelsea and one of her bimbo friends. You roll your eyes at them, not hiding your annoyance that they follow him around like lost puppies. You wait quietly as he throws his gym bag in the locker and takes out his blazer before you both turn and start heading towards the door leading to the parking lot, the two blonde idiots still following closely behind him. Before you can stop yourself you whirl around and snap at them.

“Can you leave? There’s this thing called personal space.”

They both glare at you as the turn around, whispering viciously but you don’t give a fuck what they have to say about you as long as they stop fucking following you.

“You could’ve been slightly nicer about it.” He says quietly next to you.

“Oops,” You shrug, even more annoyed that he was basically defending them now. “But you can’t tell me that them basically stalking you through the school wasn’t at least a little irritating.”

“Well kinda, but still.”

You reach your car and unlock the doors, sliding into the driver’s side. “So what are we going to do tonight since you’ve avoided the question for the past two days?” You ask once he’s seated next to you.

“Oh yeah, about that…” He trails off.

“What?”

“Can we maybe post pone it until tomorrow night or something? I kinda have other plans tonight…” He mumbles quickly and you almost slam on the breaks again. Once again you keep a straight face.

“What other plans?” You ask cautiously, knowing that he can instantly pick up on the tone of your voice.

“I kinda uh, have a date.”

“Okay so lemme get this straight. You want to blow off our Friday night tradition that has never been canceled for anything less than an emergency for a date.” You repeat trying not to blow up about this and be rational.

“Um, yeah,” He nods.

“It’s with Chelsea, isn’t it?” You guess and he nods again. You shake your head slightly and don’t bother to reply. Wow, he really is about to blow you off for some slut who only wants to sleep with him to add his name to a list of 30 other guys and probably give him some sort of STD.

“You’re mad aren’t you?” He asks after a few minutes of silent driving.

“No,” You shake your head again.

“Yes you are.” He argues.

“No, I’m not.” You’re trying to understand why he didn’t just make the date for tomorrow night. It would’ve made more sense, “Just why tonight and why her?”

“She picked the night and I don’t know, she’s pretty and interesting.”

You snort, “Dude, a sack of nails is more interesting than her. That’s why you wanted me to be nicer when I told her to go away, wasn’t it; because now you’re going to get an earful about me?”

“She doesn’t have very nice things to say about you.” He mumbles again.

“I never expected her to.” You say as you park in front of his house. “Have fun though. Don’t get AIDS.”

He smiles faintly while getting out without kissing your cheek like he usually would. You pull away almost before the door is even closed. Okay so maybe you lied about how mad you actually were but you know that you could be furious with him and he probably still wouldn’t cancel the date.

And maybe you were overreacting because he hasn’t actually had a real girlfriend in like two years which was weird because girls noticed him a lot more than he thought, even when he looked like a grunge kid. But he spent most of his time with you and you had that intimidating aurora about you that wasn’t intentional but probably made him seem untouchable. That was why you didn’t make a huge deal out of it even though you really wanted to. You felt like you were the reason he’d been single for so long and you didn’t want to ruin the chance he had at a potential relationship, even if it was with someone that made you want to gag.

So now it was Friday night and you had absolutely nothing to do since your parents were at yet another mixer and everyone else you knew had already made plans. This was going to be a long night of doing nothing.

As the night drags on you kinda wish you would have brought your homework home just so you had something to do. Your only option was to sit on the couch with a bucket of ice cream and watch TV until it was late enough to go to bed, which was exactly what you did.

You stare aimlessly at the TV, not really paying attention to it. You were lost in thought, wondering if maybe you should focus on getting a boyfriend now. You’d need something to do if Matt was going to be swapping spit with some girl and blowing you off. But you were never really one for relationships, you stuck more to flings. And no one really interested you anyway. All the guys at school were douche bags and all your other friends were in relationships already.

So apparently you were going to stay single.

Another hour passes and the litre of ice cream you started with is now gone and you look like you just ate a pumpkin instead, you’re stomach bulging slightly. Oh well, you’ll just work out tomorrow since you have nothing better to do then either.

You consider going to bed now that you’re out of ice cream when a quiet knock on the door makes you jump off the couch. You slowly and cautiously walk over to the door and open it a crack, and then opening it all the way when you recognize the person standing on your doorstep.

“You were right,” He says. “I’d much rather talk to a brick wall.”

“I’m always right,” You smile slightly despite still being kinda mad at him.

He pulls out a box of Oreos from behind his back and The Dark Knight. “Am I forgiven?”

“Only because you brought cookies,” You let him into the house and take the Oreos from him.

“Although I just polished off a pint of ice cream so I probably shouldn’t eat them. I’m already bloated as fuck.”

“Oh please you look fine.”

“This coming from Mr. I Have Abs of Steel Now,” You mock as you sit on him after he puts in the movie and sprawls out on his back on the couch. He scoffs at your comment and you push his shirt up, poking his stomach laughing when he jumps because his stomach was really ticklish. “See look; hard.” You poke it stomach again and then pull up your shirt slightly and poke your own, “And squishy.”

You repeat the process of poking yourself and him, laughing like an idiot because it’s really amusing which makes in laugh too. “You’re so fucking weird.”

“I know” You grin.

“So can I call you squishy from now on?” He asks as you look down at his stomach and wow, it was really nice.

“You call me squishy and I’ll make you sleep on the floor.” You threaten as you absent mindedly run your hands up and down the soft, smooth skin that covered the toned muscles underneath.

“Sleeping on the floor might be worth it.” He chuckles then tilts his head to the side, “What are you doing?”

“You’re soft.” You tell him smiling. You look up at his face and he has an unreadable look in his eyes, like he was almost enjoying you feeling him up. You’d never admit it, but you were kinda enjoying it yourself.

You smile at him again before you both shift so that he’s sitting up and you’re leaning against his side. You turn the movie on and open the box of Oreos, occasionally feeding one to him throughout the movie. It was really nice and peaceful.

When the movie was over you almost considered falling asleep on the couch but you knew you would regret it in the morning. You drag yourself off the couch with him trailing sleepily behind you up the stairs and into your room. You both automatically strip down to your underwear, not bothering with pajamas even though you both had them, and crawl into your queen size bed.

The second you’re both under the thick blanket you roll into his side and he wraps his arms around you automatically. You breathe in his scent, ignoring the fluttery feeling in your stomach and drift off to sleep.
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I did a lot of rambling but idk I think the ending is kinda cute.
I'm sorry if you find it boring D: