The Bad Boy's App

Charade

Parent's discretion is advised bb's.

Everything finally came together in my mind and I felt stupid. I felt stupid when getting drunk and telling Thorin about me liking him. But this was utter stupidity that would have brought my IQ down by at least a hundred points. I was blind and oblivious to the obvious hints that he was giving me.

LoveFighter? Thorin had LOVE and FIGHT written across his knuckles. He even showed me the shamrock that was plastered on his wrist. Tj or I guess Thorin also said that he was also Irish and that we were in the same time zone. And knew everything that I was too scared to tell him in real life. All the fear that I had experienced, all the laughter. HE SAW A PICTURE OF MY THIGHS.

God, the asshole saw a picture of my thighs that I had intended for Tj to only see. They were just thighs but it was more flesh I was willing to show someone in real life.

I wiggled my head to come back to real life and squeezed my fist out in anger. Forcing my phone into my pocket, I swung my bedroom door open after unlocking it. The steps were blurry as I step down them quickly and into the kitchen. Mom and Blaire were at the kitchen table enjoying cups of freshly brewed coffee that mom must have made. Mom was still in her robe and it seemed like Blaire had just come over.

"Hey, Flora. Blaire is stopping by to say hi." My mom's girlfriend waved at me, giving me a wide smile.

"Uh-huh." I kept my eyes on the front door. Not to be rude but Blaire would have to wait a while before I was going to talk to her. There was someone else I had to talk to or kill, whatever comes first.

"Do you want some breakf-" The front door silenced my mom, taking her voice away from my ears. I stomped in my mother's sandals that I happened to stole before leaving my home. A car honked at me because I didn't really look when crossing the street over to Thorin's house. Though it was terribly rude and would never do it in the right mind, my middle finger went straight up at the car while walking into Thorin's lawn.

I tried to breathe while knocking on their front door, hoping it wasn't Thorin because he and I were going to have a very deep conversation in his room. Mel answered and by the puffiness of her eyes, she had been crying.

"Flora?" She sniffed. Her body budged by the force of my own while walking into her house without an invitation. "What's going on?" She must have been in my shoes when Thorin had weaseled his way through my window without any announcement and proceeded to act like he owned the place.

"Is Thorin upstairs?" I tried my best to keep my words from shaking and showing just exactly how angry I was.

"Yeah, why?" She said slowly.

I didn't respond and went up their stairs, skipping every other step. My nails clawed at the railing that helped me skip and move faster up the only thing that was keeping me away from seeing him. Well, those and his door that I met up with in a matter of seconds. I eyed the brown piece of wood and the swirls that were in it. It was concealing the asshole that I was sincerely thinking about kicking the shit out of.

"Go away, Mel!" He yelled at the sound of my knocking. I didn't respond and kept knocking on the door. Barging in would be rude and honestly, risky in case he was fully clothed as usual. "I said-" The door swung open, allowing me to see the asshole and the scowl on his face. "Flora?"

Like how I did with Mel, I pushed my way into the room. I eyed him, thinking about him and how he had lied to me. "You asshole." There was barely any control in my voice. I mean, there was still control in what I said, but now how I said it. Anger sharpened my tone, trying to slide open Thorin.

"Listen, Flora." He began to say. "I can explain."

"Oh explain how you fucking lied to me? Is your name even really Thorin or is it some fake name that you also came up because obviously, Tj is." My fists began to shake while closing his door to make sure his cousin didn't hear the fight that taking place.