The players best friend

Chapter 2

The day after was thankfully was a Saturday making it easier to ignore HIM, he's been calling me for the past 24 hrs nonstop he doesn't seem to have slept yesterday which made me almost feel bad the key word here is 'almost'.

After all I haven't slept either, not one second have his stupid, gorgeous face left my thoughts, not one but what did I think after all this time and history I could just forget him and forget my feelings for him well then I thought wrong completely and utterly wrong.....I miss him.

But even with this heart ache that has been an old friend it seems as if its starting to heel, every second I don't see him I feel better more free more....me.

But to be honest I regret leaving my earrings at the restaurant they really are one of my best prized possession I've had them for 11 years, and not that because their gold and have pink studs which is my favorite colour( cliché I know.....shut up) and most importantly it was given to me by the one and only..... you guessed it Jason, I guess you

could say pink became became my favorite colour because of this.

I'm pathetic I know.....sigh

Burt what can I do when your heart is stolen as long as mine has its that much harder to get it back but you know what no more moping around, no more hurt no more tears and no more Jason.

Sigh.......

Even the mere thought of it hurt my heart thinking about all the times he would make me laugh, he really does have a funny quirky character that unfortunately only a few know because the others are either are too busy wanting to be him or be with him but what can I say not once did he complain about the attention.

With the sound of a door bell I got up of my comfy brown couch walking towards the door I looked down at my sweat pants and tank top and sighed not really happy with the way I look I'm usually contrary to the geek stereo type actually known for my style and taste in fashion which only increased to the amount of humiliation of wearing such..... bland clothes.

I know what your thinking another girly girl who is all superficial but what can I do if my mother is a fashion designer and I pretty much sleep, eat and breath fashion since the day I was welcomed to this world.

Anyways still peeved by my clothes I prayed for it to be my mom or dad but to no avail as I looked outside my peep hole I saw Clara's smiling face almost in contact with the hole but still better having her see my messed up hair and.......bland *shutter* clothes.

The second I opened the door for her she practically lunged at me hugging me really, really, reaaaally tightly, did I tell you Clara is the basket ball team captain which explains her power that completely dwarfs me comparing to her.

After hearing my gasping noises that were occurring from suffocation she let me go and ignored my flushed face and looked at me worriedly with her piercing green eyes penetrating through my sole, that's another thing Clara could do to you she can practically bore in to someone's eyes to get their emotions out.

But I couldn't my heart never felt as ripped up and choked as this, even choking out the words "I'm fine" didn't seem to tumble through my clogged throat.

After a few seconds after she knew that I wasn't gonna talk any time soon she just put an arm around me and tugged me towards the chair and while walking there I kept chanting in my head "I'm not gonna cry, I never cry" over and over again.

But when we got there my stomach started notting uncontrollably and the second my butt connected to my ass I rested my already dampened face into Clara's shoulders and sobbed uncontrollably with allot of dry heaves that came louder and louder as I cried.

★Clara's POV★

After yesterdays events I headed towards Bridget's house feeling bad that I didn't go after her the same day but I knew that she needed to think and get her own answers and to be honest I was a little afraid from her temper but I knew Bridget when it came to that douche bag Jason:

1st day she goes on this anger rampage 2nd day she just sulks around eating ice cream and by the 3rd she'd be OK reading her fashion magazines and sketching a little. And if your wondering how many beautiful gowns were drawn because of Jason let's just say she has a cupboard full of sketch books for that purpose.

But as I pulled over to her over strikingly large house I felt like there was something different....something wrong and believe my bf signal is off the roof firstly because there is no sad music vibrating through out the house system and there is no notebook playing and the most worrying is that all the lights are turned off.

OK something is seriously wrong I looked around to see her purple convertible still parked, maybe Jason really blew it this time with her.

The second I rang the doorbell that chimed ever so elegantly through the house echoing I herd some shuffles and they were slow and lazy very unlike Bridget and the second she opened the door I could see her red eyes and the sight of them broke my heart Bridget never cries and I mean NEVER.

I embraced her in the tightest hug I could muster up and felt her petit 5'5 body compared to my 5'8 self gulping for air but I wanted to tell her that I'm here for her and I'll always be for her unlike that asshole.

so after letting her go at arms reach I dragged her toward her large couch that was enveloped in the darkness of her house and was eliminated by the large, white windows to the side of the room and sat there and let her lean her head on me to let her cry.

I didn't say a word knowing her she didn't need words she needed comfort and a friend (unlike Jason) to see how she feels. I know, I know Jason is a guy but still you would think 12 years of their lives together that he could read her better......ugh that boy makes my blood boil I'm gonna beat the sense into that boys skull and just to be sure I'll call Ben to go with me he is his best (guy) friend after all and to say that I just wanted his back up would be a lie.

if you know what l mean.

We ended having a well deserved girls night watching a comedy and making as much inappropriate remarks as I could muster but the best that she could offer was a smile which made me feel her heart break and her heart ache, this is not my happy beautiful kind of scary friend , not being mean but her nick name is burnit that's how Scarry she can be when provoked but she is usually a bowl of sunshine and I'm not letting any one and I mean anyone be the cloud that rains on her parade.

Even if it means ill be in bad terms with Ben, I'm still gonna 'talk' to Jason

★★★★★

authors note: my 2nd chapter in my first book for all the readers please bare with me its still the start you'll find out more about Jason and Bridget's relationship later.

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