Beautiful Tragedy

Canceled School

Laying in bed, I was racked with images and thoughts of the car ride home with Ricky and Braden.

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"You can drop me off first," Ricky commented as Braden pulled out of the parking lot, "Sounds good." He smirked at her in the review mirror, my insides twisted, I got out my phone and sent Ricky a quick text saying 'I hate you so much right now.'

She tapped my left shoulder, "You know you love me, don't be so up-tight." and that's when Braden butt in saying "See! I told you so! You're Miss Up-Tight."

I had clenched my jaw and hands keeping back from yelling at either of them.

After we had dropped Ricky off she gave him her number on a piece of paper and I didn't think anything of it. I put my head on the window and watched the trees pass by as he drove to my house, "So," he started, "Miss Up-Tight has a phone? I never would've guessed."

I whirled around so fast I saw stars, "What did you just say?" I asked making sure I heard what I did from his smooth lips. "Oh, I think you know what I said." His lips curled up and his green eyes danced with darkness slipping in and out.

For one split second, I was enthused with the idea he had my number, but then I remembered he calls me names and is a complete jackass.

The enthusiasm was gone and I was left sulking in the seat next to him, wondering how I was going to murder Ricky tomorrow at school with no one noticing, maybe I could just hit her with my locker door really hard and knock her ass out.

Or not.

I love her too much to physically hurt her.

I eternally groaned and cried, this is going to be hell for me. Why does she do this to me?

Peeking over at Braden driving, his left arm was on the window letting the warm air swoosh in and swirl around in the back seat, his hair was messy and his leather jacket was slung over his seat behind him, "Braden, why do you wear a leather jacket when it's the middle of Autumn?" I ask.

He looked to me slightly, tilting his head, "Because," and then it was silent. He didn't look at me after that, and didn't turn on the music nor attempt to make conversation.

Though, when we turn two streets away from my house, he started talking, "So, do you have a boyfriend? Or is your school life your boyfriend?" He asked, his voice gravelly and unsure of how stupid he sounds. I look to him, "No one seemed interested, so no, I do not." I look forward and notice we're slowing down.

"Oh," his voice was short but hopeful, and I sat there, unsure of what to say next when he turned off the road and parked it in front of a small gas station a street away from my house, he locked the doors, "What are you thinking?" he asked turning towards me after shutting the car engine off.

I gasped slightly, shocked of what he had asked me, "Why?" I question, "I'm just curious," he shrugged, I rolled my eyes, "Well if you must know, I'm thinking of why you stopped here and instead of at my house in my driveway."

He nodded at me but didn't say anything. Silence surrounded us.

"What are your interests in guys?" He asked me, looking to my eyes, then to my lips. "Not you, if that's what you're wondering." I retort. He scuffed and looked out the drivers window, shifting to look at me, he leaned in fast, just centimeters from our noses touching.

"You know you want me, don't lie to yourself." his voice was deep and husky making my skin crawl with excitement. I knew he was correct, but I didn't want him to think he was, "Yeah, you keep telling yourself that." I rolled my eyes and looked away from him.