Page 56 of Ruining Him
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I run towards him and latch onto his back, banding my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist like a koala.
He grunts and tries to throw me off of him, but I tighten my grip.
“Easy. Easy,” I whisper into his ear, and his fighting dies down.
“Lana?” he rasps, his tone filled with confusion.
“Yeah, pretty boy. It’s me.”
I let go and slide down his back, patting him on the shoulder because I’m not sure what else to do.
What’s wrong with him? What does he need? Does he need reassurance? Because I have no fucking idea where to even start with that.
Oh God, why did I come here? I am thelastperson you would come to if you needed someone to talk out your feelings or whatever with.
He turns to face me, wiping a hand over his sweaty hair with a frown on his face.
“What are you doing here?” he grunts, though his tone isn’t accusatory, more like he’s just as confused as I am about me being here.
“Your sister accosted me in the parking lot. Now I’m here,” I say, holding my arms out wide. “What’s wrong with you?”
He shakes his head before heading up the stairs. I follow him up to his room, where he pulls a bottle of water from a mini fridge and sits on the edge of his bed.
“I’m fine. Why the hell would my sister get you to come here?”
“Honestly?” I ask and he nods his head. “Well, I’m pretty sure she thinks there’s something going on between us. Know anything about that?” I ask, and he shrugs a shoulder.
“Not really.”
He’s a terrible liar, but I’ll let it go for now.
“Anyways, she thought that if anyone could get you out of the mood you’ve apparently been in all day, it would be me. I have no idea why, and I have no damn clue how I’m supposed to help you, so how about you tell me what’s wrong and we’ll figure it out as we go, okay?”
He takes a swig from the bottle and sighs. “Have you everhad a shit day, but you’re actually fine, but then people start to ask you what’s wrong and eventuallytheyend up being the issue because they won’t stop asking you what your issue is?”
Huh. That actually… makes sense.
I tilt my head to the side, contemplating him.
He was just… real with me.
I think this is the first time we’ve had a conversation when didn’t want to stab him halfway through, and this is the first time that we’ve talked that hasn’t resulted in us arguing.
I kinda miss our usual shit, but then I also kind of don’t.
I don’t hate this normal conversation thing as much as I thought I would.
“Should I go?” I blurt. I’m probably not helping, and he doesn’t seem to actually need or want me here. That, and because this whole thing is freaking me out a little.
“You’re fine,” he mutters and stands. “Stay here while I shower.”
And with that, he heads into the bathroom and locks the door behind him, leaving me to wonder what in the goddamn hell happens next.
I don’t think we’re going to fuck, and we’re not working on an econ project together anymore, so what else does that leave us to do?
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