Chapter 9

Upon entering Stella's bedroom I close the door, walk back to my previous spot on the bed and place the pizza in between us "Why do boys have to be such jerks?" I sigh in confusion Stella turns to me, if Stella is turning to me while the movie is still playing that means she's serious, then she gives me a confused look "Did something happen?" She asks genuinely concerned I contemplate telling her the story downstairs but, decide against it "No, while I was downstairs I was just thinking about why boys are jerks" I say trying not to make my voice waver so she thinks I'm telling the truth, she let's out a relieved sigh making me stare at her in confusion "I thought my brother was hitting on you again. I was getting worried and was about to come downstairs until I heard you coming up the stairs" she explains to me making me suddenly feel paler as I think about the after school fiasco with Easton. "I need to get drunk" I say. See those words right there lead to so many problems but, right now I couldn't care less. "Do I look okay?" I ask Stella as I walk out of her closet wearing a black lace crop top, black skinny jeans and black combat boots "Omg! Yes, you look like a bad bitch!" She says jumping off the bed and tackles me in a hug causing me to uncontrolably laugh. As soon as she pulls away from me her door swings open causing us to turn our heads towards the victim in the doorway "Stella did you take my-" Easton starts to ask but stops as soon as his eyes land on me, he looks me up and down slowly causing me to shift awkwardly under his gaze He meets my eyes again causing me to gasp as his eyes become a darker grey and he licks his lips "You're not going out like that" he says as he leans against her doorframe and crosses his arms "And why isn't she?" Stella cuts in before I can say anything "Do you see how she's dressed? She looks like a model. If she goes out like that then she's gonna get hit on by every male around her" he says as he gestures me up and down "Are you trying to compliment her or make a point?" She asks getting frustrated, I decide it's time to step in before they go at each others throats "How do you know what's best for me?" I find myself asking as I stare into his eyes, him doing the same "I think we all know you've changed, bodily wise, since junior year" he say sighing causing me to glare at him and cross my arms "And what's that supposed to mean? That I'm fat and ugly?" I question him getting slightly offended by his words, his eyes widen and he starts walking towards me and places his hands on the sides of my face so that I'm looking him in the eyes "That's not what I meant" he says as his frustration from earlier suddenly melts away and is replaced by panic and caution "Yeah, well what did you mean?" I ask as I lift my hands and remove his hands from my face then take a step away from him "I meant that those boys might try something with you and I don't want to see you get hurt" he says, his gaze not leaving my eyes once "That's my decision to make" I say as I walk around him, down the stairs and outside towards Stella's car since she lended me her keys.