Okay, so last chapter was a cliffhanger, dun dun dunnnnnnn! but no conclusion yet. ;) Instead this is a flaschback in time to when Bri first really srtaed talking to david after Harry left. It's written in her perspective and these are her thoughts at the moment. So it's realy like the Bri we know doesn't exist yet, and this is written in present tense, from a sixteen year old Brielle. Okay so here we go! :)
***Bri's POV
I wiped tears from my vision, relieved that I had been able to make up a believable excuse for leaving class just in time. If I had been in that lonely classroom for one more millisecond, I would have burst into tears in front of everybody. And i'm already the laughing stock of the school. A girl who's boyfriend just dumped her for a better girl and then left. The tears blurred my vision, causing me to stumble forward, like I had just gotten done spinning on a swivel chair until I felt sick to my stomach. I fell over myself landing awkwardly on my left arm. I screamed out in pain. I used my right hand to lift myself up, keeping my eyes shut because I was terrified to look at my arm. I felt large hands paced around my torso and under my knees. I opened one eye only, scared to see who it was.
"D-David?"
"I think your arm is broken bri," he smirked.
David had tormented me since grade school, why was he helping me? I had to admit the position I was in wasn't uncomfortable, though. He was very cute. Just really mean.
"Why are you helping me, David?"
"I don't want you to think i'm a jerk anymore. Maybe we can be friends. And did you think I would just leave you on the ground with a broken arm?," he asked.
I blushed, repositioning myself in his arms. I have no clue why he's carrying me, my legs are functional. But I decided not to point that out due to the fact that I was taken aback by how good it felt to be in somebody's arms again.
"I guess not," I answered, leaning my head into David's chest. I sighed. We continued to walk until we finally reached the nurse's office. The office smelled like a hospital, latex gloves and sanitizing wipes. He gingerly set me into a chair. The nurse excused him.
"I'd prefer to stay here," he said, a hidden threat woven into his polite words. That was the thing about David. He was the king of blackmail, he had something on everyone. That's how he skipped so many classes and maintained a B average. I blushed. I know better. I shouldn't be charmed right now, I should be wondering why he was so nice all the sudden when he had devoted his life to making mine and Harry's life heck. But maybe he's genuinely sorry for what he's done, and just wants to be friends. He really seems sincere.
"Really, i'll be okay," I assure him, smiling a little. He frowns at me. Then he sits down in the chair right next to me.
"I'm staying until your mom comes," he tells me firmly. I look away from him, because I know I'm turning pink.
Three days later...
I walked the empty halls of my school. I had stayed late to help grade some papers for a teacher I liked. My ipod was upside down in my back pocket. I had my headphones in, listening to music on shuffle. The song that I was listening to stopped. I impatiently waited for the silent pause to be over and the next song to begin. I hear the beginnings of a guitar being strummed, and my heart drops to my feet.
Oh Florida, please be still tonight
Don't disturb this love of mine
Look how she's so serene
You’ve gotta help me out
Tears well up in my eyes. I find myself surprised. I wonder how many tears a person can cry before they run out? I try to tap into some power that I don't have, so I can bring myself to grab my Ipod and hit next song. But my internal struggle is interrupted by the heavy footsteps I hear approaching behind me. I freeze. What else can I do? The person walks in front of me. I can now see it's David. He frowns his unmistakable frown. He pulls a tissue out of the pocket inside his leather jacket. That's weird. For some reason David doesn't strike me as the type of guy that carries tissues around. He wipes my eyes for me, the frown never leaving his face. Gently, he removes my earbuds from my ears. I sigh in relief. The relentless attack upon my ears finally surrendered.
"What's wrong?"
"Oh, I'm fine."
His eyes called my bluff. He pressed one of the earbuds he was still holding into his ear. Understanding replaced his former expression of concern.
"This was yours and Harry's song wasn't it? I don't think you're very fine."
Suddenly, my red converse were extremely fascinating. They were a year old. The soles came up when I took them off, and the white tips were covered in sharpie, words and silly things that my friends have written. The only reason I looked up from my dirt ridden, yet beloved, shoes is because I saw 'H+B' next to a heart written in Harry's loopy scrawl. My chest tightened and my eyes began to burn in an all too familiar way. Hardened brown eyes met heartbroken blue ones. He tucked a strand of my dark hair behind my ear. Finally I let myself fall apart. Sobs shook me like an earthquake. He pulled my head against his chest.
"Let's go somewhere," he said, adding to the almost silence that had previously only been broken by the sobs escaping me. I pulled my head away from him, looking up because he was easily a head taller than me.
"Right now? B-but I have class still and today i'm supposed to take a test in eng-"
"You don't have to worry about that. The teachers won't even notice you're gone."
Oh right. Blackmail king. Should I? He just wants to make me feel better.
"Okay," I said sheepishly.
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Okay so I just wanted to give some insight into how bri became the way she is specifically. In the future I'll do another chapter like this one. :) The song in this chapter is I swear this time i mean it by mayday parade if you wondered. If you read thanks so much! :) bye loves! -Em