"Have you seen Kristen anywhere?" I asked the short ginger. "I haven't heard from her since yesterday at lunch. I'm getting worried."
"I thought she was with you." She said.
"Damn." I muttered. "You probably don't know why she's avoiding me either."
"No... Sorry." She replied. I sighed, my breathe becoming visible in the early fall air. "Do you think she loves you?..." Paige looked down and spun her toes into the concrete.
"What?" I said shocked.
"It was a rhetorical question! You don't have to answer that!" She shouted.
"No, no. I want to believe that she does but... I'm not so sure anymore." I confessed. The bell rang out and the two of us went our separate ways.
As I walked into my business class, I has the most enlightening thought. She has to be in band. I just have to wait until third period to see her.
Finally after watching the clock for one hundred and thirty three minutes, I walked into the band room. I immediately looked over to the brass section and saw her sitting in her usual spot. She was wearing dark grey sweatpants and the dark green music shirt from two years ago. Even though she wore no makeup and dark bags had accumulated, her eyes still popped out from the color of the shirt. I couldn't help myself from staring at her.
"What do you want?" She barked at me once she noticed I was standing there like an idiot.
"Just appreciating my lovely girlfriend." I smirked. "Anyways, I was wondering if you wanted to come over later and hang out. Does that sound alright to you?" I bit my bottom lip as I waiting anxiously for her answer.
"Hang out? Can't you do that with your other friends?" She crossed her arms and rolled those emerald eyes away from me.
"But I want to be with you." I faltered. "Is there something wrong with that?"
"Why don't you tell your other girlfriend that." She exclaimed.
"But you're my girlfriend." I proclaimed. "What other one are you talking about?"
"Just get away from me Brandon!" She turned away from me. Slowly, I made my way to my seat. I felt only numbness save for the deep pain in my chest. I didn't dare to look back at her.
The rest of the day dragged on, yet I don't remember any of it. The last words she said to me replayed in my head over and over, never stopping. Plopping face first onto my messy bed, the lump that had rested in my throat for hours finally relaxed as tears ran down onto the navy blue pillowcase. Even though I was trying my hardest to not think about that earlier incident, nothing would get her soft voice out of my head. What did I do? I thought to myself.
As I wallowed, my phone began to play Teenagers by My Chemical Romance. Quickly picking it up, I answered the phone and mumbled, "Hello?"
"Someone is a grumpy pants today." She laughed.
"What do you want Liz?" I growled. "Now isn't the time."
"What? But I need you to come over." She whined.
"For what?" I sighed.
"To help me with my little problem." I could already tell through the phone that she was pouting. God I shouldn't be doing this, but she'll kill me if I don't.
"Fine. But it better be a quick one." I warned her.
"No problem. See you when you get here!" She laughed before hanging up on me.
Soon enough, I was knocking on her front door. The auburn haired girl opened the door and wrapped me into a tight hug before I could resist. Once she let me go, I pushed myself into her home. "Can we just be quick with this? I have things to do." I said simply.
"No you don't. I know you and you only say you're busy. The last time you actually had plans outside of school was for that date with the girl you keep talking about. Are you still together?" She questioned me.
"No... She made it very clear that she doesn't want anything to do with me anymore." I sighed.
"What did you do now dumbass?" She cried out, "This girl seemed perfect for you!"
"You don't think I already know that?" I growled. "I didn't do anything. She just got mad at me for no reason."
"How about you forget about her for a while as we eat some junk food?" She smiled.
"I thought I came over here to help you out with something." I raised an eyebrow questioningly.
"That can wait until later. No way am I letting you do anything with that attitude. It just does not suit you." She said, pulling me into the kitchen.
All of Me by John Legend began to play from my phone. Only one person had that ringtone. I quickly answered the call, "Kristen?"
"Hi Brandon... I'm sorry about earlier today, it wasn't right of me to make conclusions without asking you first." She muttered into the phone.
"It's fine. Can I come over and we can talk face-to-face?" I begged.
"Well-" She pondered. "I guess y-"
"Brandon! Did you want whip cream with this dessert?" Liz yelled from the kitchen.
"Who is that?" Kristen growled into the phone.
"That's Elizabeth, I call her Liz." I admitted.
"So you're with another girl right now?" She yelled at me.
"Yeah I didn't think that would be a problem." I said confused. I was met with silence as I heard the click of her hanging up. Damnit.
"What happened?" Liz asked as she bit into an Oreo.
"Kristen is even more mad at me." I groaned and fell onto her couch. "What am I going to do?"
"Well... I might have an idea." She smiled. "Do you promise to do whatever I say?"
"If it means getting Kristen back, of course."
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The Treble with LoveTeen Fiction
A group of friends formed in Marching Band attempt to settle their love lives. Wild Dana does her best to get her best friend, Luke, together with the flute player, Noah, who may like him back. But Luke doesn't always cooperate with her plans. Brand...