Love letters (BebexWendy)

CHAPTER 3

WENDY

The bell to signal that it is lunch rings throughout the entire school.

My hands tremble as I make my way over to an empty table. I pick at the lavender coloured nail polish on my medium length finger nails until I see a tired looking boy approach me.

He wipes his sad eyes with the back of his hand as he tries to give me a small smile.

'I'm sorry Wendy. I'm sorry I put you through that.' He avoids making eye contact with me.

'It's ok Stan. I think this is what's best for the both of us. How about we work together to try and get you help. Are you willing to put in that effort?'

'Yes Wendy I am. I'm someone people don't want to be around. Im turning out just like my fucking dad. Im doing the same thing to you as my dad did to my mom. I don't want to be like my dad anymore.'

He gave me a genuine smile as he said that last sentence. I pull him into a hug as he rests his forehead on my shoulder. I rub his back as he sobs.

'We should totally go on a friend date this weekend! You really need a haircut!' He nods his head as he walks off to his best friend Kyle.

BEBE

I notice that Stan isn't with Wendy anymore so I assume that it's safe to go over to her.

She smiles at me and for a second I feel the earth stop rotating just for us.

Her eyes sparkle like tiny crystals. They must be extremely rare to find but I find everything in them.

'I worked things out with Stan'

'That's great to know! No more dealing with his drunk ass at 3 am anymore' I say proudly while ignoring how rude that sounded.

She lifts her hand over her mouth as she lets out a small laugh.

I watch as she reaches into her messenger bag and pull out the secret letter I wrote her.

'I know damn well none of the boys could write anything close to being as amazing as this. What girls do we know that are into girls?' She raises her eyebrow slightly.

'I mean there is Red but I'm pretty sure she's into the emo bitch Henriett or whatever her name is' I roll my eyes but Wendy seems genuinely confused and determined at the same time.

'Bebe, do you wanna have a sleep over at my house tonight? We haven't had a sleepover in ages!'

'We could even try and work out who wrote the letter!' She adds excitedly.

'Oh my fucking gosh, of course I can sleepover! I'll be there at 6!'

The bell rings as we walk our separate ways.

A large grin spreads itself over my face like butter as I stride off with confidence.