3.Brody

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Turner's POV

As soon as we walk out of English I can't breathe. Our conversation from before class keeps coming back.

"Hey, I'll catch up with you later. Gotta pee." I tell her.

"Ok, dude I didn't need to know that," She says, "See ya later." I rush to the bathroom. I feel like I'm going to be sick. Ryder likes Brody. Ryder likes Brody. Ryder likes Brody. It keeps flashing through my mind. I'm leaning over the sink. How is this happening. I run my hand through my hair and take a deep breath. I can't go to class like this, if I do I'll probably break down in tears in the middle of science. I'm just going to go home. I look at myself in the mirror and realize that I'm crying. I feel hot tears rush down my face. A sob breaks the silence in the bathroom.

After a few minutes I wipe the tears from my face. I look in the mirror again and I look like a zombie. She really ruined me. I take a couple deep breaths and walk out into the hallway. As soon as I walk out bump into the last person I want to see. Brody.

"Woah! Watch where yo- hey why are you crying?" He says after looking at me.

"What? No its OK I'm fine. I'm going home. Don't worry about me." I reply looking at my toes.

"No, your not fine. I can tell. Its ok, I know we don't really know each other, but you can still talk to me." I can tell there is genuine concern in his voice. His just makes me more upset. He stole my girl! He has no right to be concerned about me!

"I said I'm fine just leave me alone!" I yell. He backs up, he has a surprised look on his face. Before he can say anything I just run out the door. I can't believe that just happened.

"Ahhhhhh!!!!" I scream. I can't believe it. Brody is so stupid. He has no idea that I'm crying because of him. I hop in my car and just bang my head on the window.

I don't know how long I sit there, but after a while I start the car and drive home.

Once I put in my drive way I see that Dave, my step-dad, isn't home. Good, I never really liked him. I walk through the front door and head straight for my room.

I cry into my pillow and only one thing crosses through my mind.

WORST DAY EVER!!!

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