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Chapter 24

Here it is guys, tried to upload on Wednesday as I promised, it's just past 12 so I'm a little late but it's here! - And just for those who don't know I will be uploading MBIAJ every Wednesday! So only ask me about it if I havent uploaded on the wednesday

Next chapter is going to be crack a lacka boom hopefully!

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My Best Friend is a Jerk.

Chapter 24

[Matt’s POV]

My body was on full alert as I heard the sound of my front door unlock.

I shuffled into the kitchen corner more as I heard the door click shut and footsteps, stepping on the broken glass and other crap.

I couldn’t work out who was in the house, I mean the only person that had our house keys was me and-

“Matthew?”

Dad.

What the hell was he doing here?

He wasn’t due home for another two months.

“Matthew, I know you’re in here”

I made no attempt of making any sound.

I brought my knees closer to my face and buried myself.

“What the hell happened in here?” he whispered to himself as I heard the sound of numerous lights flicker on. I’ve been living in the house completely dark for 3 days now.

I felt his presence before he even said anything

“Matthew?” I groaned internally at what he called me. I hated that name.

I kept my head buried in my knees; I waited patiently for the assault to come for practically destroying the house.

The sound of his steps on broken glass and kitchen ware made me think about how much I had actually broken.

He groaned slightly as he took a seat on the floor next to me.

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[Rosie’s POV]

It’s been three days since I called Mr. Fox, I wonder if he came or not.

“Alone again, Miss Reynolds? Mr Jane stated as he put a sheet of paper on my desk.

I simply nodded.

Alone again.

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[Matt’s POV]

Nothing had be said for a long time now,

Not that I didn’t mind

Whenever my father was here, we never acknowledge each other’s presence anyway.

“Matthew”

I flinched.

“Son?” he gently bumped shoulders with me

I shuffled away from him.

“What are you doing here?” I asked. I lifted my head resting my chin on my arms not bothering giving him even a glance.

“I live here, don’t I?”

I scoffed “Really?”

“Yeah” he whispered. “I know what happened with the pregnant girl”

Here we go, I thought – the beginning of a never ending ‘I told you so’

“I’m sorry Matthew” he sighed.

“W-What?” I gave him a side glance – his head was in his hands, he looked how I felt right now.

Broken.

“I got a wakeup call about three days ago” he sighed “I’ve been so terrible to you”

He looked at me and I looked away immediately.

“Its okay” I mumbled feeling embarrassed I never thought I would see the day where I would have this kind of talk with my father.

“No, it’s not” he stated, quite sure about what he said

“You know Matt, when you’re mother died, I just... I just didn’t know what to do with you. I was so lost. We were always a team you know”

“I don’t need to hear this dad”

“Wrong again” he shuffled closer but I couldn’t move

“I was as hurt and confused as you when she died, I didn’t know how to care for you when I was falling apart myself. I couldn’t bring myself to be there for you emotionally but I knew I could be there for you financially so I head dived myself into my work and I regret it, every day I regret it. You were just 13 and I left you.”

We made small eye contact before we both quickly looked away.

This was so embarrassing, I couldn’t help it. I’m sure my father felt the same.

“I love you Matthew, so much even now- though it doesn’t seem like it”

“You don’t know anything about me” I replied truthfully, honestly feeling...hurt?

“You are a menace, you like to work for your own money, you are allergic to pistachio, you love dogs, you also hate it when I call you Matthew”

I nodded “I do”

“You’re mother called you that, I couldn’t really let go of that” he rubbed the back of his head awkwardly.

Silence followed.

“I also know you’ve become cold douche bag and you treat women with no respect”

“I’m not the only one who became a cold douche bag”

More Silence.

“I know Matthew, I know” he exhaled before continuing “I should know a lot more, and I want to” he paused for a split second “Will you give me that?”

I shrugged really lost for words; I didn’t know what was actually happening here.

“I should’ve asked you this a long time ago Matt, but better now than never”

“What?” I mumbled

“How do you feel son?”

“Feel?”

“Yes, about everything?”

I scoffed, I involuntarily felt myself grip onto my knees tighter

“That’s a stupid question”

“I don’t think so” he said calmly

“Why not?” my voice came out croaky and weird.

“Because you are crying” I touched my wet face.

“Fuck” I muttered as I quickly used my sleeve to wipe my face, my father pulled my hand away and wrapped his hand around my head pulling it so it was resting on his lap. I cried harder like a fucking man pussy.

He rubbed my head; I relished the feeling of his fingers in my hair. I never had this, never had this with my dad. My crying came to a slow stop when I started to feel a wetness that wasn’t my own. I laid perfectly on my side with my head still resting on his lap, as my dad’s tears hit my face.

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“You know” his voice trembled slightly “There is a very special girl out there.”

I listened

“She saved us when your mother died; she was there for you when I couldn’t be”

I squeezed my eyes shut; I didn’t want to hear about her, I didn’t want to see any more images of her in my head anymore.

“And now she has saved us again”

My heart did a double flip...

“Don’t lose her Matthew”

...and then sunk right to the bottom of my stomach.

I’ve already lost her.

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[Three Weeks Later]

 

[Rosalie’s POV]

“Two more days and school is over!”  Amy cheered.

I nodded smiling. We were walking in the hallway chattering away.

We made awkward eye contact with Paul who was with some of his friends at the other end of the hallway.

I opened my locker and threw my books in

“You know, I’m glad Britney is getting homeschooled now”

 “Things are a little bit more bearable now” I nodded agreeing “I’m happy too, that Blake’s moved on”

Amy gave a sad smile “Yeah...”

I shut my locker door and put my rucksack back on my back. “We both have a free period now, what do you want to do?”

Amy gave no response, she just continued to stare at me.

“What is it?”

“Nothing, nothing” she smiled unconvincingly, “let’s go find something to eat”

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[Matt’s POV]

The bell rang relentlessly.

I walked out of my maths class and into the crowded hallway to my last lesson.

I was glad but dreading it as usual.

English.

I walked through the open door and headed for my seat.

“Good afternoon Mr. Fox” Mr Jane grinned “You excited for an hour of the best subject probably in the world”

“Pumped” I muttered half dead

“That’s what I like to hear!”

I took my seat and brought out my books.

“Ah Miss Reynolds, Lovely to see you, you ready for English?”

I didn’t look up I didn’t want to see her face

I couldn’t.

“Yeah” she answered back a little breathless. The bell rang seconds after.

She took her seat next to me, also taking out her books.

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The bell rang once more for the final time.

“Okay, you guys may pack your stuff and head on out”

I did so quickly and left her still packing away.

Another painful lesson, where the same painful things happened.

I made no eye contact with her

I made no gestures.

No polite sorrys or thank yous were passed.

When sir asked us to talk in our pairs we both kept silent.

It hurt but it was better this way.

“Matt!”

I swivelled around quickly, my brows borrowed in confusion

Why was she of all people calling me?

A little bit of happiness rushed through me unnaturally.

I walked back to her

“What?”

She sighed “I don’t even know where to start”

“How about just the important bit, I’m not really in the mood for a story”

“Ok” she smiled “How about you’re a fucking jerk?”

“I already know I am” my eyes casted down

“No insult to follow back?”

I shrugged “I guess not”

“She’s changed Matt” her voice lost its confidence. “Something in her has just died, she doesn’t glow anymore”

“That’s too bad” I hope I sounded as distant as I wanted to be.

“What did she do wrong Matt?” I looked at Amy her eyes searching mine

I swallowed “Nothing” and that was the God honest truth.

“So why haven’t you spoken to her? Apologised in fact?”

I gave no response.

“Matt!”

I looked at her, she stared back then a small knowing smile spread across her stupid face.

“I see” she nodded. She picked up her bag off the floor and put it on her shoulder.

“What? What?” I asked a little alarmed

“I think we both know what Matt” her shook her head “You’re an idiot, I don’t completely understand you methodology but it’s written all over your jerk face”

“I don’t know what you are talking about”

She nodded “Yes you do”

I started to get hot, in the now empty hallway

“You tell her by this weekend, or I will”

“Tell her what?” I still tried to keep my cool

“You know what” she began to walk away.

“The fuck!? Are you blackmailing me?!” I shouted across to her

“Yes!” she shouted back, without turning around.

Fuck.

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