My Best friend's Boyfriend

I hurt a kid

cole

Millie was fine, but I was not.

I could not sleep all night, I was worrying about Millie. At about 2am, my mother called me to tell me that Millie was fine and was resting. I still could not sleep.

What if she had not been fine?

I loved Millie. She understood me. I could talk to her. If I lost her- I do not know what I would do- who I would go to. Bianca was great, don't get me wrong, but I felt like Bianca would never understand me in some ways. I mean, nobody but Millie could.

When I picked Chrissy up, she looked so clean and happy and put-together. It made me feel jealous, in a way. She was wearing her usual cheerleader uniform.

She glanced at me and her face turned into worry and concern.

"Are you okay?" She asked me. The tone she said it in made me want to break down and cry and tell her about everything. She seemed so genuinely concerned, and it made me feel wanted. But I held myself together.

"I don't wanna talk about it." I told her. I really did not. If I talked about Millie, I would cry.

When we reached school, Bianca was waiting for us. "My two favourite people!" She called, hugging Chrissy who muttered something to her.

I took Bianca's hand. I honestly did not really like physical touch that much- but I knew Bianca did.

"Uhm, Cole? Are you alright?" Bianca asked me. I do not know why, but this annoyed me so much.

"I'm fine."
"You don't look fine. What happened?" Bianca asked me, but I was avoiding her eyes.

"Nothing happened." Why couldn't Bianca just leave it there?

"I said I was fine!" I shouted, really pissed now. "Stop pushing!"

"Hey! Don't talk to her that way!" Chrissy shouted at me. "Stay out of this." I growled.

"You know, Bianca cares about you Cole. She's just trying to help you." Chrissy told me. It was kind of funny how she was like- a head shorter than me.

"I don't need her help."

"Are you sure?" She asked me.

I scowled at her and walked off. But she was right, I wasn't sure. I was upset and angry- and I was hurting the people around me. Maybe I did need Bianca's help. Maybe I needed her comfort and love. But I was pushing her away, I was scared.

I went to English Literature class early, to avoid people and sit with my thoughts. Nobody somes to class early, anyway. Except Chrissy, apparently. When she walked in, I made sure not to look at her. I was a bit embarrassed from earlier. I was so mean to her and Bianca for no reason. I knew that Bianca was just worried about me- and Chrissy was only trying to stand up for her best friend. I did not have a right to snap at them.

"Ellison." She called for me.

I looked up. "Hey, Whitlock."

"I'm sorry."

I nodded, but was really shocked that she was apologising. I knew that Chrissy did not give a crap who she made mad- and I was the one definitely in the wrong. I did not deserve an apology.

She moved to the seat beside me and said, "I know you've had a bad night. If you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to. I'm sorry if we pried."

"No- Chris, I shouldn't have gotten mad." I leaned back in my chair. I don't know why, but I felt comfortable with Chrissy, comfortable enough to tell her the truth. The way she looked at me- it was as if she was just there to comfort me.