Chapter seventeen
Novah
No, no, no.
This can't be happening.
"What's going on?" I hear Jon's voice in the distance.
Everything is a blur. I can't think.
"Novah, I love you. You know this,"
"You don't love me! And I don't love you, asshole,"
Matt's face goes slack. He crosses his arms.
I see a ghost of a smile on Skylar's face whereas Jon looks very concerned.
"Novah, you're sick. We should probably go upstairs...."
"What? So you can fuck her?! Hell fucking no!" Matt yells.
"No, Matt, so at least someone can take care of her," Jon says calmly.
"You are a fucking traitor. I know exactly what you want from her,"
"Stop! Jon is the sweetest guy I've ever met and you know what if?! He wanted to fuck me, so be it. At least I'd be away from your lying, cheating, deceiving, disgusting ass,"
Jon and Matts face both turn shocked. Then Matt looks furious.
"You're not going upstairs with him. I mean it, Novah. I don't give a shit what you or your newfound love says,"
"Matt you need to stop trying to control her," Jon says.
"Shut the fuck up, Jon!"
"I'm just trying to help,"
"You're not helping shit. Just leave,"
"No, Jon. Don't leave,"
Matt leans against the car. "Novah, you're coming with me to get the fucking tires changed so get in the fucking car,"
"Don't speak to her like that. What are you, out of your fucking mind?"
Jon raises his voice and I, too, am surprised at his swearing. He almost never uses curse words.
"Why can't Jon take me?" I ask.
"Why the fuck would you want Jon to take you?!"
"Because he's actually a good person! All you do is deceive me,"
He sighs and I look down at the white bandages covering both of his wrists.
Bile rises in my throat and I vomit all over the parking lot floor.
Matt rushes to my side, placing his hand on the small of my back.
"Get away from me!" I shout and wipe my mouth. "Why would you.....do that to yourself again?!"
My eyes start to water at the thought of Matt hurt. It makes me hurt.
Jon and Matt both look at his wrists at the same time.
"Wait, you're cutting yourself again?" Jon asks.
"No, no, no. Everybody needs to stop worrying about my body. I'm fine,"
"No, you're not! You're fucking deranged!" Skylar's high-pitched voice cuts in.
"I'm deranged?! Why are you framing me?! I should tell Jon the truth about you. About what type of 'girlfriend' you really were,"
Jon looks at Matt and I can see the disappointment in his eyes.
I take his hand in mine.
"You're a liar in every sense of the word," Skylar hisses.
"And what does that make you? A whore?"
"I don't even want to know," Jon says sadly.
His fingers grip mine harder and Matt's eyes narrow on our intertwined hands.
"I walked in on her blowing some guy,"
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