"Don't worry about her," she whispered. "She'll get over it."
I shook my head. "I just don't get it. What did I do?"
"Nothing."
An awkward silence kind of came between us, mostly because I just wanted it to stay quiet, but it looked to be gnawing at Collie pretty badly.
"Were there dances at your old school?"
I froze, not exactly sure what to say. I wanted to say no, but would it be weird if there wasn't?
"Um, I didn't go to them."
"Why not?"
"No one to go with?"
My response was more like a question, as if I were waiting for her to confirm it was a good answer.
Collie grinned. "I don't see how that's possible. The first time I saw you, I assumed there had to be a few other girls who liked you, too."
I completely doubt that. Nothing was special about me.
"Only you," I smirked. "What's wrong with you?" I joked, shaking my head.
Collie laughed. "Nothing's wrong with me. What's wrong with you?"
"What do you mean?" I smiled.
Collie's grin kind of faded and she looked down. "Well... I'm a bitch," she laughed lightly, but I could tell she was serious.
Don't call yourself that, Collie.
"No you're not."
She gave me a flat look. "Brayden, I almost ruined your relationship with your sister. I took her personal thoughts and exploited them to the entire school and turned everyone against her, and I judge people who don't deserve-"
"Collie," I interrupted. "I don't care. I wish you hadn't done that stuff, but you did, and I don't care."
She waited for a second. "You don't?"
"No."
We swayed for a moment and then she kissed me. Hard. And I kissed her back.
When we pulled away, the song ended and Collie smiled up at me as the light grew a little brighter.
"Wanna leave?"
Time alone with Collie? Well... Yeah...
I nodded and she pulled me out of the gym without saying goodbye to anyone. It was like we didn't even go.
...
Currently, Collie and I were on two swings at the park near Constance and she was busting over laughing. I can't remember what I said, but she thought it was seriously funny. I just smiled at her until she was able to fully breathe again.
She told me a story about her brother embarrassing himself in front of the entire family and I somehow made a pun and she, I guess, thought it was the best thing ever said.
"Okay, okay," she said, catching her breath. "Your turn."
I sighed. "Okay. Well, right before I met Ursanne and the rest of the girls, I was-"
"Ursanne," Collie repeated, sporting a confused facial expression. "Before you met Ursanne..."
Crap. No.
"Uh..." I looked away, scrambling for something to say. "What?"
Why did I say that? Why did I say that?
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Splinters: Part One
Teen FictionBrayden's life is a beautiful disaster. After finally being adopted by a wealthy woman and her family, his entire life is turned upside down. The New Yorker boy who's only lived in small one-bedroom apartments and tiny houses is now living in a Barr...
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