Read Between The Lines

Part 11

 Britt’s POV

 Everything was numb.

This was different. My whole being felt wrong, it was like, like there was a part of me that was missing.

Don’t get me wrong it feels horrible normally when I am scared for my health and running from my bullies.

Normally I feel the throb of the chase from being hunted like a weak animal.

My hearts normally in my mouth waiting for the punches to come. whilst feeling the anticipation runs through my veins.

I wish for the darkness to envelope me into oblivion. An oblivion that would be so much better than the reality faced every day.  

However for some reason that’s different now.

It was like I didn’t even feel anything but like I wasn’t even sad for me anymore. It was like I was sad for someone else.

I felt like I was in one of those cliché moments when you have an out of body experience and your just watching yourself. I could see my blank expression as I ran down the road.

I’m such a coward.

Why did I leave? I should have stayed I’m so stupid.

Josh would have understood. I know he would.

Josh’s POV

Hanging up the phone I couldn’t help releasing a massive smile across my face. I was going to see one of the best bands on earth LIVE! How fucking brilliant is that? And not only that but I would be seeing them with Britt, I can’t wait to see her reaction its gunna be Brilliant.

Before I could get too lost in my own thoughts about Britt I turned away from the door and headed back to our table.

A table that was now… empty?

Preventing confusion from overwhelming my brain I pushed away any doubts that Britt would just leave me here hanging. Admittedly I’d only just met her but already I could tell that she was not like that. Not bitchy and wouldn’t just ditch you like that without giving a reason for it.

I mean she’s probably in the toilet.

10mins later

‘Excuse me’ a voice interrupted my flow of thoughts as I sat staring at the ladies toilet. I looked up to see a girl of roughly my own age with a smile on her face. If it wasn’t for her bucket loads of make-up on her face I would most likely find her attractive.

But on this girl it had got to the point where she looked like a clown.

What guy wants to date a circus act?

 Her face had so much foundation lathered on it that she may as well just go and dye her skin.  It was so much that had she put any more on then when you looked at her you would need sunglasses to shield your eyes.

MEGA TURNOFF.

‘What’s up’ I questioned her with a very fake smile on my face. Mistaking my question for an invitation she pulled out the chair opposite me and sat down a smirk clear on her face.

Before I could get the chance to tell her that actually her seat was taken she interrupted me.

‘So… you come here often?’ she asked biting her lip in what I think was supposed to be an attractive way.

Ignoring my inner thoughts that were telling me she is a complete and utter bitch I decide to give her the benefit of the doubt and answer her. ‘No actually-’