Broken

Chapter 15

Moving past your bullshit

"Yeah my head hurted alot," Riley complained as we talked over the phone.

"That's what you get for drinking a lot," I teased. I then noticed something at the corner of my eye. I turned and half yelled when I saw it was brandon by my window.

"Dude what's wrong!" Riley yelled making me flinch. I swear I'm probably going to be deaf before I even reach my late twenties.

"It's just Brandon," I said nonchalantly as I opened my window to let him in. Brandon tumbled in and to my surprise knocked me down. I was groaning in pain since my head was aching due to the side effects on the drug that was injected in me. I'm pretty sure Melissa didn't fully take everything out but at least it was going away. I looked up to see Brandon starring down at my lips and made my stomach go all jello. It's hard to explain but when I was in six grade I vowed to never  fall for a guy because at the time my dad slapped me on the cheek but now that I look back at it he wasn't trying to hit me but my mom pushed me in front. He isn't abusive but he caught her cheating on him again. It still hurt me that he didnt apologize so I became bitter toward men for sometime but Brandon changed that. Even though he changed my perspective I've been really good at hiding my feelings and holding in some feelings that were developing toward Brandon. I couldn't afford to fall for Brandon since I was too afraid to loose him if I did. I felt worthless and in need of a guy friend like him and to have him leave would break me. It is inevitable that I depend on Brandon because he's given me reason to but even though I need to break away from my comfort zone by not depending on him so much.

"Zoella," He whispered making me break out of thoughts. I tore my eyes away from his lips and to his hypnotizing eyes. I felt his breath hitting my lips and to be honest I didn't feel nervous or anything. I actually wanted his lips on mine.

"We should get up," he blurted out making me feel stupid. Of course he wasn't going to kiss me. Stupid Zoella pull yourself together. I got up and dusted off my pants. I looked up at Brandon and smiled at him before smacking him upside the head.

"What was that for," he complained while rubbing his head.

"For being an idiot," I retorted as I grabbed my backpack off the floor.

"Anyways I brought you your homework that we missed today at school," he took out some papers from his bag and handed them to me. I grabbed them and shrugged my shoulders since I actually had them and did them ahead of everybody else.

"I already have all those assignments done and the next days assignments but by any chance did you pick up my dance rehearsal schedules?" I asked with hope dripping in my tone since I really need it.

"I actually do have your schedule and let me just say it's going to be busy next year."

I looked over the schedule and noticed I'll be busier then before. I groaned as I fell back on my bed.

"On the bright side your birthdays coming up," I can tell he didn't mean any harm with that comment but I at the mention of my birthday I shuddered.

"Brandon your a pickle," I blurted out hoping to change the topic.

"Out of every insult you have said or could of come up with, Pickle is the first thing that comes out of your mouth."

Okay maybe I might not be wise with words after all. I bit my lip in embarrassment to my outburst.

"What pickles are nasty and unattractive ," I ramble on trying to make my outburst sound more like an insult.

"But people still want them and like there taste," he rebutted as he winked at his statement.