Stole My Heart

Chapter 3

Both Kimberley and I were lying on our beds, our bodies turned so we were facing each other. She was looking at me, but wasn't saying anything I knew she was thinking about something so I didn't interrupt her.

“I don't think your friends like me.” She finally sighed as her eyes flickered away from mine. It was the first time I had seen her upset about anything. I was used to seeing the happy and care-free girl that I called my friend.

Dinner hadn't gone down too well, my friends just didn't seem to connect with her like I did. They didn't understand her sense of humour or banter. One minute, she would be insulting me and making fun of me and then the next minute, she would be really nice and caring towards me. My friends just didn't understand that that's how our friendship worked. It also didn't help that Kimberley was very shy with them, I didn't think she was the shy type, but when she was around them she spoke very quietly and only really spoke to me. She only spoke to the others when they involved her in the conversation, and that wasn't very often. 

“It's not that they don't like you, they just take a while to warm up to people. They're used to it just being the four of us, that's all.”

“Hmm...”

“You don't even need them, you've got me.” 

“Oh what joy, I have the famous Chezza Tweedster as my only friend.” Even though she was upset, she was still being her sarcastic self.

“Hey, it's not a bad thing! I don't make friends with many people.”

“Why not?” She frowned. “I'm sure you'd be able to make friends with loads of people. That's if they can get over your annoying accent.” She stuck her tongue out at me.

“Shut up, yours is annoying too!” I stuck my own tongue out at her. “Where are you from anyway? You still never told me.”

“Yeah I did, my mum's womb.”

“You're very secretive.” I commented when she didn't say anything else.

“I know, I've constantly got my guard up. I'm like a brick wall.”

“A brick wall... really?” I raised my eyebrows at her. “Why?”

“It's complicated... and a long story.”

“Well maybe you can talk to me about it?” I was really interested in hearing about her life. There was just something about her that made me want to know more.

“No, it's fine.” She sighed. “Thanks for the offer though. It's not that I don't trust you or anything, I just find it hard opening up to people when I don't really know them.”

“Hey it's okay, don't worry about it!” I smiled genuinely at her. Then, an idea popped into my head. “How about I tell you about my life, and then you can tell me about yours after. That way, you'll know all about me and you'll be able to trust me.”

“That might be the best idea you've had all day.”

I flipped my middle finger up at her causing her to laugh before I started to tell her about myself. “Well, my name is Cheryl Ann Tweedy and I'm sixteen years old. I was born in Newcastle and I have two older brothers, one older sister and one younger brother. I live with my mam and all of them because my dad walked out on us when I was eleven, I've not seen him since then. After he left, everything started to go wrong.” 

Even though I was finding it hard to talk about my family, I knew I had to. I blinked back the tears that were already forming in my eyes and swallowed the lump that was in my throat. Kimberley reached her hand out towards me, and I did the same, locking my fingers with hers.