Shattered

Chapter 1

Braelynn

       They jump away from each other and my fingers go numb. Her eyes are wide and his are closed. Mine are frantically looking at him. His hands, that have ran themselves through my hair too many times to count. His worn out Nikes, which played footsie with mine everyday in English. His warm smile, that lit up any room he walked into. His hair, his beautiful brown hair, neatly combed to match himself. Perfect. Until now. 

        I look at her. She's nothing special. Her short black hair is sticking up everywhere, her boring brown eyes are rapidly blinking, her long pale legs are shaking. Her hands are still holding his. He notices me staring at their intwined hands, and he quickly pulls his hands away. I don't move, my feet are glued. My eyes look around his room, which I've memorized every square inch of. His navy blue walls, completely blank except for his Patriots poster, plastered over his bed. His messy desk, with papers covering the surface. His desk chair has her shirt thrown over it. His tall bureau, with countless amounts of drawers, shoved with clothes and other knick knacks. There's usually a picture of us on top of it, my head on his shoulders. My eyes are closed tight, but he's staring right at me. It's a beautiful picture, and we looked so happy. The frame is flipped over, but I hear it screaming, "Flip me back up."

        My breathing gets heavy, and my hands are in fist. It's still quiet. Neither of them can muster up any words, nor can I.         

        "Braelynn," he saids, but I stop him.

        "Don't," I hiss, turning around, and slamming the door as I leave. He doesn't follow me as I walk down his driveway, and down the familiar sidewalk to my house, 2 blocks away.

        My heart is screaming, "Follow me," and my head is telling my heart to stop. I look up at the sky, and wipe a tear before it gets the chance to slide down my cheek. What have I ever done to deserve the pain I'm going through? 
        

Alex

     Brianna rests her hand on my shoulder, and I jump away from her grasp. 

        "You're going to blame me for this?" she tells me, placing her hands on her hips.

        I shrug. 

        "You called me, Alex."

        "You kissed me, Bri." I turn away, and stare at the window. 

        She snickers, and grabs her shirt from my chair, sliding it on. 

        "You were dumb enough to kiss me back." She snaps her gum. 

        "Get out," I growled. I stand up, and nudge her towards my door.

        Her hands touch the knob, but she lets go and turns around. 

        "Alex, if you think that escorting me out is going to get Braelynn back to you, you are so wrong. You are Braelynn are over, whatever you try to explain to her is going in one ear and right out the other ear. She has so many guys that could easily replace you, as quick as you replaced her with me. She could already have one guy speeding his way over to her house right now, and three more guys on speed dial. With a girl like Braelynn, you're old news."

        "I didn't replace her. This was a mistake and she's not like that! Get the hell out!" I scream, opening the door, and roughly ushering her down the stairs. She jerks herself away, and opens my front door, slamming it as she walks down to her car. I cover my face with my hands, breathing quickly. I reach for my phone, and effortlessly dial her number. The number that I've had memorized since the first week I started dating her.