Brandon ran into the bathroom and went inside the stall. "Oh damn, I just made it on time," He held the toilet paper in his hand while he sat on the toilet seat. He heard a loud voice of someone who came running inside the bathroom.
"Kate—"
"Why don't you understand? I don't have people around me because I like being alone!"
'Oh, that's Kate's voice. Who is that other guy?' Brandon thought as he heard Kate and Jaden talk inside the bathroom.
"STOP FOLLOWING ME AROUND, WILL YA?! TO BE HONEST, YOU'RE LIKE A FUCKING PEST!"
"Kate, be kind—"
"WHY SHOULD I?! KINDNESS HAS ALWAYS HURT ME AND MADE ME THE STUPID ONE! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU, JADEN SMITH! FUCK BRANDON JOHNSON! FUCK ANNA ROBERTS! FUCK EVERYONE! You don't care what I'm going through, you just want some drama to watch!
All that everyone has done is hurt me to the point that I just want to disappear! I'm just trying to hold on. I NEED TO FEEL NOTHING FOR NOBODY! LEAVE ME ALONE, I BEG YOU! Please...Don't make things so difficult that I have no option but to die,"
It turned quiet. Brandon looked at his feet. Were they gone?
"Lately I've realised that," Kate snorted, "It's so easy to hurt me. Like they don't even need to try. All they need to do is leave and fuck I'm hurt. And I want it to end. And I can see no other way except just... death. And I think that's what ugly asses like me deserve."
"Do you want to die?" Jaden asked. He was calm while Kate was crying.
"I do. Since a long time. But I don't have the courage to do that."
"Then, what do you want to do?"
"I don't know,"
"Have you ever thought about it?"
"I don't want to,"
"But you have to. Can't you see, Kate? It's eating you up from inside."
Kate continued sobbing, "Then what should I do? My past just doesn't leave me alone! You saw it yourself, didn't you? Those guys at the cafeteria, they just keep bringing that old rumor up again and again. If it spreads in high school too, what would I do?"
"Be firm about your choices right now. Don't go back to those choices, situations, experiences and memories that weren't helping you evolve. You have to keep reminding yourself why you even decided to move forward. Be kind to others and to yourself,"
"Only weak people are kind!"
"So you think cruelty is strength?"
Kate didn't reply.
"Kate," Jaden walked towards Kate and looked into his eyes.
"Be strong
But don't let your strength make you cruel.
Be kind
But don't let your kindness, make you weak
Be strong and be kind. This combination is rare, but hey, boys named Kate are rare too?" He smiled.
Kate looked at his feet, "I honestly don't know what hurts more. You liking the person who hurts you or the person who you've hurt still likes you"
He smiled, "Oh, you didn't hurt me. I know you've been through something but it's alright," He hugged him gently, "God loves us all. There must be a reason why he brought us together."
"Jaden..."
"Also," He looked at Kate, "You're not ugly. You are God's creation and in his time, he has made everything beautiful,"
"...Have I told you that you're literally a fucking angel?"
"Oh, thank you," He smiled, "The F-word was not required though,"
"It's out of love,"
"Okay?" Jaden laughed.
'Guys, we have someone else on our team! I made a friend! Yay!'
"By the way, you don't know to wash your face?" Jaden asked as he moved away from Kate.
"What do you mean?"
"You made your entire sweatshirt wet."
"Oh! It's fine! It's like September. It's hot, I'll be fine."
Th bell rang, "Are you sure?"
"I am! Now go, you have a class," Kate said.
"Okay, see you around, Kate," He waved at him and Kate waved back.
'I hope I'm not making a mistake again.'
Kate walked out of the bathroom and soon Brandon came out too. He seemed dejected and began walking back to his class. He felt guilty about what he had done. Kate was still suffering and he didn't want that. He wanted to undo everything but that wasn't possible so he knew he had to do something by himself. He reached his classroom and looked at Harry. Or maybe he could use some help?
"Hey Harry!"
"Yeah wait. I'll first go take a leak." Harry went out and Brandon went back to his seat. All the girls surrounded him like always.
Kate was midway to his locker to check if he had a change of clothes and as expected he didn't have any. Well, the problem was that he was wearing a white sweatshirt and now that it was wet, his skin was visible. Plus, the next class was with Mr Dickson.
'I'm going to be harassed!' His face lost it's colour.
"SHIT! WHAT SHOULD I DO?! There's no way this is working out now. Only magic can save me now! What am I saying? This is not a Cinderella story. As if some fairy god mother will come and fix this—"
"AH—" It was Harrison Louverne. Kate was dumbstruck to see his idol so close to him and even notice him!
"AH!" He shouted too.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked.
"Finding a change of clothes," Kate said.
"Wow dude. Did you jumped into a storm? You're completely drenched!" Harry said.
"Yeah, something like that." Kate said.
"Oh, wait! You can ask any sports club student, they must have a jersey with them!" Harry said.
"But I don't know any jock—"Kate sneezed. He was shocked! Was he catching a fucking cold in fucking September?! He rubbed his nose and sneezed again.
Legends say only idiots catch a summer cold.
You know better.
"Are you stupid?" Harry asked.
"Depends in which context you're asking,"
"I'll get a change of clothes for you. My best friend plays football. He must have a change of clothes. Till then, wait at the boys changing room," Harry first went to the bathroom and then back to his class.
"Brandon!"
"Oh hey, Harry! I wanted to ask you for favour," Brandon said.
"Me first! I want your jersey," Harry said.
"My jersey?"
"Yes, I need it" Harry said.
"...Harry? Have you found some new perverted kink?" Brandon got goosebumps.
"IT'S NOT LIKE THAT! Someone got his clothes wet, so I'm just helping him,"
"Someone jerked off at school and you want to give him my jersey?"
"I TOLD YOU IT'S NOT LIKE THAT! CAN YOU PLEASE BE SERIOUS?!"
"No, but I am serious," Brandon said "And why do I have to give my clothes to some random stranger? What if he does something weird to them?"
"OH MY GOD Brandon, just give it!" Harry shouted.
"You owe me one," Brandon gave a T-shirt to Harry from his bag.
"Thanks, Brands"
Harry went to the boys changing room and found Kate standing half naked, with his sweatshirt in his hand.
"You're going to catch a cold!" Harry gave the T-shirt and towel to Kate. He was continuously sneezing and wiped his snot with his wet sweatshirt, "Bro, it's too late,"
Kate wore the T-shirt which seemed just too big for him. The sleeves were falling from his shoulders, "You got me the clothes of a pretty big guy. How tall is he?"
"He's like six feet,"
"The size difference makes me lose my self esteem as a man" Kate said. It was Brandon's football Jersey. Kate didn't see the name "Johnson, 10" At the back of the jersey.
"It's okay. Something is better than nothing," Harry said.
"That friend of yours must have a nice body," Kate said.
"Well, that's true. He's even got abs" Harry said proudly as if he was that 'friend' himself.
"Anyways, you can return this tomorrow. Make sure to come to school tomorrow. He needs that jersey during his morning practice."
"Okay!"
Harry went back to his class. Brandon was waiting for him along with Mr Warren who seemed angry at Harry for being late to class. Harry went ahead with his books and sat beside Brandon. Brandon whispered, "Harry, I need you to do me a favour,"
"Say it,"'
"Could you call the boys?"
"My brother?"
"Yes,"
Harry snickered, "You planning on shitting someone?"
"Yeah, I got some cheeky dicks to fix," Brandon smiled.
"Off the chain! No sweat, homie!" Harry smirked. (Tn// American slang; Cool, no problem)
"MR HARRISON! INTO YOUR BOOK!" Mr Warren shouted and Harry hid his face behind his book.
"Hey Harry, what about my jersey, bro? I need that first thing in the morning tomorrow." Brandon asked.
"He'll get it tomorrow, all washed. Don 't worry,"
"Oh he better,"
And, Kate didn't come the next day.
"So?" Brandon stood outside the field in his hoodie and talked to Harry on his phone, "He didn't come,"
"Uh, you can go to his house to pick your jersey?" Harry said.
Brandon rubbed his temples, "Harry, I'm glutted,"
"I'm sorry,"
"That's all what you can be anyways,"
"...Sorry,"
Brandon took a deep breath and looked at other guys doing their warm up, "Do you have his address?"
"I asked Mitch. He'll forward it to you,"
"He better. And what about my work?"
"They are on it!"
"Fine," Brandon's phone buzzed, "Oh, it must be the message,"
Brandon looked into his phone and read the address. His face turned pale, "Harrison,"
"Yes?"
"...What's the name of the guy again?"
"Oh! Didn't I tell you?" Harry smirked, "I bet you'd know him. It's Kate Roberts. Your ex's brother."
Brandon was speechless.
"Haha! Suck that!"
"Well," Brandon smirked and narrowed his crimson eyes, "I would gladly,"
-To be continued
Brandon Johnson
All I Want Is You Baby