Bitter sweet- TDI

Not quite famous (2/2)✅

-Ouch!!- I collapse to the ground.

-Oh crap!- I can hear Bridgette's voice.

Someone moves the heavy object from me, and I roll to my back.

-Alexandra, I'm so sorry.-Bridgette whines, grabbing my hand.

-It's ok, I'll just lie here for a while.- I groan.

-Maybe, we should get help. It looked dangerous.- Tyler asks.

-I'm going to get Chris.- DJ takes his leave but, I stop him.

-I'll be fine. No need to worry. Courtney, you're alright?

-I'm... Yes, thank you.- She avoids my gaze.

-You. You killed my violin, and barely Alexandra.- She points at Bridgette.

-I didn't mean to. There must be something we can do.

Bridgette picks pieces of the destroyed instrument.

-Bri, don't. You'll make things worse. You have no idea about lutherie.

She listens to me and leaves the pieces. Courtney starts crying and runs away. I get myself back up.

-Courtney, wait!

I want to run, but the pain in my back stops me.

-Why are you helping her?- Duncan asks.

-Even though she was mean, I can't just leave her like that.

-Mean is not enough, she was a bitch.- Duncan scoffs.

-But she deserves a second chance. She's distraught, now.- I confront him.

-Was she there for you?- Duncan asks.

-No.- I admit.

-What about the violin? Can you repair it?- Bridgette asks with hope.

-Not a chance. I'm not so good at it. Besides, we don't have supplies.

-What now?- She asks.

-I'll check on her.

-What about your back?- Geoff asks.

-If it was something severe, I would feel it already. It's probably a simple bruise.

-You should rest. I can make you tea or bring a cupcake.- DJ protests, grabbing my wrist.

-That's proper sweet. But I'm fine. I'm a badass which doesn't kill me, makes me stronger.

I walk away to catch up with Courtney. It's a perfect idea to make up with her.

-That girl is impossible.- Tyler states.

Cut to the cabins

I find sobbing Courtney in our cabin. I sit next to her and give her a chocolate bar, I got from Chef. He makes sure I receive something tasty every day.

-We are all addicted to something that ruins us.- I start.

-What?- She wipes her tears.

-Your violin, you loved it, didn't you?

-Well... yeah.

-Sorry, I didn't grab it.

-You saved me, it's more important.

I chuckle, and we remain silent for a moment.

-Why are you nice to me?

-You need help, and I don't quit when there's something I can do. Don't mistake my kindness with stupidity, though. Besides, I know what it's like to be the loser, and no one deserves to feel this way.