Letting Go

Chapter 4

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Fain pulled into the school parking lot on Monday morning with her heart full of dread. Green eyes had haunted her dreams that weekend. She had been trying desperately to convince herself that she didn’t have any feelings for him, but each night when she went to sleep her dreams made it obvious that that was not the case.

As thoughts of Bronte swam through her mind, she saw him get out of his jeep in the next aisle. She smiled subconsciously as he ran a hand through his hair. Her smile vanished when she saw Amber get out of the passenger seat. Fain watched in horror as Bronte kissed Amber lightly then took her hand as they walked towards the school.

As they got closer she realized that they would walk right by her car and see her just sitting there, staring at them. Frantically she tried to decide what to do. Should I pretend to be reading? No, nobody just sits and reads in the car when school’s about to start. I could get out of the car now…but then I’d be walking right next to them. Bad idea. I could hide! Hiding is always good. She ducked down under the dashboard, her legs starting to go numb as she gave Bronte and Amber enough time to walk by.

She clambered back up to the driver’s seat, hitting her head on the steering wheel in the process. She yelled out in pain and hit the dashboard too hard with her fist causing her to shout again. When she looked up, color flooded to her cheeks. Bronte and Amber were just walking by her car and they had just watched her make a complete fool of herself. Again. Fain had just enough time to see Amber laughing before she buried her head in her hands. “I am such an idiot.” She mumbled into her palms.

Her eyes burned. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Since Ben it seemed that her tears were wired to just about every emotion, including mortification. She jumped in surprise when she heard a tapping on her window. She was even more surprised when she saw Bronte at the window and Amber nowhere in sight. He smiled reassuringly and gestured for her to roll down the window. Hesitantly she complied.

“Hey.” She said shakily.

“Hey.” Bronte said, leaning down and resting his arms on the car door. “Are you okay?”

Did he really come over here just to see if I was okay? “Ya, it was just a little bump.” Bronte smiled slightly, worry still in his eyes as he looked at her.

“Fain, I’m talking about Saturday, although I am glad you’re not hurt. You ran out so fast I didn’t get a chance to talk to you. Was it something I did?”

“Oh…that. No, no, you didn’t—I just, I’m fine.”

“No you’re not. You’re crying. Really Fain, what’s wrong?” Bronte said with concern tingeing his normally confident voice.

“It’s a long story.” Bronte opened the car door, gestured for her to move over and sat down.  

“I’ve got time.” As if to contradict his statement, the school bell rang.

“No you don’t, and neither do I. Time for school.”  Fain couldn’t believe he was taking this much interest in her. It definitely wasn’t helping her to get over whatever feelings she had for him. She glanced at herself in the rearview mirror and frowned at how red her eyes were. Bronte watched her with his brows furrowed. Fain felt his eyes on her and blushed as she swung her bag over her shoulder. She reached for her books, but Bronte picked them up first.

“I don’t think so.” He smiled, the worry still in his eyes. “I’m not going to let a lady carry her own books.” Fain smiled in spite of herself. He really was perfect wasn’t he? Perfect is bad, remember? Perfect only leads to heartbreak. Plus, he’s taken. By Amber. Remembering Amber she turned to Bronte as they walked.