The New Me

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

      I am laying on my bed, my eyes looking up at the designs that weren’t even meant to be put on it. After Preston’s and my little argument I had stormed back inside and up to my room, not wanting to be around anyone. I had heard their voices rising up from downstairs and to my room but I ignored it.

      About two hours after that my mother had came and I told me that she was leaving to go visit my grandmother that lived across town and that she would be there later that night, not that she thought I would be home on a Saturday night though.

      So now, it was three o’clock and I still lay on my bed, not knowing what I wanted to do, or even if I wanted to do anything.

“You going to Marcus’s party tonight?” I hear him say as my bedroom door swings open and Blythe swaggers in, plopping down onto my bed beside me. I prop myself up on my elbows and look at him with raised eyebrows.

      “And you got in.. how?” I ask him, holding back a smile.

      “I know where the secret key is, duh! I’m not stupid.” He says and I laugh slightly. “So are you going?”

      I sigh, laying back down with my hand on my stomach as I look at the ceiling.

      “I don’t know..” I tell him softly, shutting my eyes.

      “O come on, you know you want to.” He says, nudging my arm with his.

      I feel my lips turn up in a smile and I open my eyes.

      “I guess I will go.” I shrug and he stands to his feet.

      “Well, get dressed in whatever you are going in cause we got some stuff to do and then we are going straight to the party.”

      I follow him, getting up and looking in the mirror. I was still dressed in my jean shorts and tank top so I go into my closet and grab a black graphic T blindly from a hanger and throw it on before touching up my makeup and looking to Blythe who has taken a seat on my bead within the time he has been waiting.

      I can’t help but notice how he keeps one side of his face always turned away from me and one of his hands always covering the other. I knew he was hiding something, but had to find a way to bring it up.

      “So what are we going to do until the party?” I ask him and I raises his eyebrows with a sigh and falls back onto the bed, still hiding the right side of his face.

      “We’re never going to get it done if you keep taking so long!” he groans and I laugh, leaping onto him as I lay across his stomach, feeling him flinch slightly, I brush it off, thinking it is because the blow I land on him. I try to sneak a look at his face that he keeps turning away from me but he turns the same side against the bed, looking at me.

      “Says the one who is laying down on my bed.” I chuckle, covering up my actions and thoughts.

      “Yea, you.” He says, squirming under me and then sits his head up. “Will-..you get-.. off of-.. me-..? Can’t-.. breathe..” he says with a series of fake gasping.

      “Nice.” I say as I sit up and slide off the bed. I slide my black hightop converse on and watch as Blythe sits up, flinching slightly, when he realizes I seen him he covers it up. “What’s going on Blythe? What are you hiding?” I ask him softly and watch as my question catches him off guard and he looks to the floor.

      “Nothing. I’m not hiding anything.” He says a little to quickly and I raise a eyebrow.

      “Don’t you dare lie to me.” I tell him firmly.

      “I’m not lying!” he exclaims, standing to his feet and I walk over to him, he tries to cover up his movements by casually looking out my window, in which hides the side of his face from me again.

      “If you not lying then look me in the eyes and say it.” I challenge and I watch as he closes his eyes slightly then opens one and looks at me with it.

      “I’m not lying.” He says.

      “You know what I mean Blythe Roberts.”

      I watch as he tilts his head back and groans before looking straight at me, my eyes falling on a swollen eye and bruised cheek. I look down to his hand that is now uncovered and find it bruised and bloodied also.

      “Why is you getting in a fight something you need to hide..? You have told me about all your past fights..” I say slowly, questioningly. I am trying to run everyone I know through my mind. If he was trying to hide this then it had to have been with someone I wouldn’t want him fighting. “No..” I say quietly, hopefully, wanting me to be wrong. “You didn’t... did you?” I ask him and he doesn’t answer, just keeps looking in my eyes.

      “Blythe, look my in the eyes and tell you exactly who you got into the fight with.” I tell him slowly, firmly, wanting to hear it come out of his mouth.

      “I think you know who I fought this time Jen..” he says softly.

      “I think I do too, but I want to hear you say it.”

      He is silent for a moment, looking me straight in the eyes.

      “It was Preston.. but he brought it on himself, he started it this time..” he begins, trying to defend himself already.

      “Out.” I find myself say softly.

      “What?” he asks, his face holding shock and confusion.

      “You heard me.”

      “Jen...”

      “Out.”

      “Don’t you even want to hear what it was about?!” he exclaims.

      “Not right now I don’t, the only thing I want to hear is the sound of that front door slamming shut, telling me you are out of here!”

      “Why are you so mad?! You hate him anyway!”

      “I don’t not hate him!” I yell and he takes a step back, surprised at my volume and words. “I am mad! Furious! But I do not, did not, and will never hate him! I lov-...” I stop myself, not wanting to finish what I was going to say.

      “You what? You loved him? Well you know what, sometimes the person you loves doesn’t love you like that, sometimes the person you love loves someone else, or just doesn’t love at all! Trust me, I would know!” he yells before stepping back now, surprise and regret for his words taking over his face.

      Surprise and confusion washes over me and I watch as he says nothing more but takes another steps back, turns, and hurries out of the room.

      What had he meant?

      Had the unusual and mysterious Blythe Roberts, who was also my best friend and told me everything, kept the biggest secret of them all?

      Had he ever been in love?

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