The Bad Boy He Never Was

Chapter 8 Teddy Bear Stitches

I sat at my vanity brushing my hair. I could stop thinking about that phone call. It had been 4 days and Brad hadn't said a word about it. I didn't bother push it either. I knew it wasn't my place to ask about, but that didn't mean. I wasn't worried. I hadn't known Brad a super long time but I did know that he didn't get sad he got angry. That's just the kind of person he was.

So now I sit here in my room. School got out less than an hour ago. Daniel had been very close to me lately. He was different, I could tell that much. But I didn't know how he was different. Maybe I'm delusional. My hair was perfectly smooth by this point but I continued to brush it over and over again. My grip on the brush was much to firm. I guess it kept me from hurling the brush at the mirror. That was probably a good thing. Cautiously I set the brush down and slipped on a hoodie. I made my way down stairs.

The house was empty. Brad must have gone out, he had been doing that a lot lately. He was barely home. Sometimes he wasn't back until midnight. This didn't help with my worrying but there wasn't really anything I could do about it. I kinda missed his sarcastic comments and smart ass replies as odd as that sounds. Ah I'm crazy, I'm supposed to hate him. Or dislike him very strongly at least.

I stopped at that and started my homework. Soon enough my head was filled with thoughts of physics. What could be a more beautiful distraction. "With what speed in miles/hr (1 m/s = 2.23 mi/hr) must an object be thrown to reach a height of 91.5 m (equivalent to one football field)? Assume negligible air resistance." I read it out loud to try and understand the question more. Eventually I came up with the answer for every question assigned.

Well there goes my distraction. I checked my phone to see the time. 6:42 I doubted that Brad would be gone for at least another hour. So I did what I always did to take my mind off thing. I pushed the couch and coffee table out of the way and set up my iPod dock in the large TV room. I was in leggings and a longer top so I didn't need to change. The song I up on was 'Never let me go' by Flourence and the machine.

"....looking up from underneath" and at those first words, I began to dance.

My body flowed gracefully but with strength as well. I stretched my foot up over my head giving it a relieving stretch. I bare feet twisted pulling me into a on going turn. Whipping my head around each time so I wouldn't get dizzy. The whole time keeping my shoulders back and my rib cage closed the way a proper dancer should. As the music hit its high point I jumped into the air forcing my legs in to a middle split in midair.

Once the song ended I sat on the floor breathing heavily. "What was that?" Brads surprised voice startled me making me jump slightly. I played dumb.

"What was what?" I said quickly trying to catch my breath.

"You know what, that whole dance thingy." His expression was blank. I had been getting that a lot lately.

"It was lyrical. How long were you watching me anyway?" He shrugged and made his was out of the room. I followed him to the kitchen to get a giant glass of water. I gulped it down without hesitation. Brad eyed me as I got more water.

"Slow down there Bambi! Or you'll puke that all up." I chuckled. "So... Your a dancer huh?" He ended the silence.

"What was your first clue?" He laughed sarcastically. "Yes, I'm a dancer. Or I guess was." I added at the end.

"Was?"

"We'll you don't see me going to dance classes do you?"

"Well we haven't seen much of each other lately, have we?" His words were almost bitter.

"You say that like its my fault." I blurted out. I clapped my hand over my mouth. "Sorry. Forget I said that." I could risk him thinking I care. I tried to get off the tall stool that I was sitting on but I ended up on the ground feeling an ache in my tail bone. I cursed under my breath.