I Have Always Been Yours

The Soap Opera That Is My Life

Fianna's POV

Ugh, I wish people would stop staring and whispering as I walked down the halls. There is plenty other gossip roaming these halls that these leaches could feed off of, why must it always be the girl that has cried?

"Because these leaches have never seen 'it girl' Fianna Jordan cry." said someone sarcastically from behind me. It was then that I realized I had been ranting aloud. I wasn't really in the mood to speak to anyone right now, let alone the one that was currently standing behind me.

"What do you want Brayden? Not really in the mood to entertain someone such as yourself." I let out weakly.

He places both hands on my shoulders and speaks gently, "So I've heard. He's really sorry Fianna."

His words struck me and my body started to shake gently as I began to cry again. Brayden slowly turned me around into him, stroked my hair softly and stayed quiet while he let me cry into him. "I-I know he's sorry B-Brayden, I just don't u-understand why he did it. I t-thought he was on my s-side."

Brayden took a few steps back so he could look me in the eyes and brushed a stand of hair back behind my ear, "Can you think of no reason as to why he reacted the way he did?" His eyes were so sincere.

"W-what do you m-mean?" his question really confused me. How was I suppose to know why Jesse reacted the way he did? Brayden definitely knew something that I didn't.

It looked like Brayden was debating a thought in his head, possibly whether or not to tell me what he knew. He just stood there staring into my eyes, maybe looking for a change in my comprehension of his question so he didn't have to make the choice of telling me or not.

Brayden let out a deep sigh and ran his fingers through his hair and back down his face, "Telling you would make this whole situation easier, but I can't. You have to come to that realization on your own. But Fianna, Jesse never meant to hurt you, he never wanted to betray your trust in him. You should talk to him."

"Brayden, I know you are just trying to help Jesse.." I was cut off.

"I'm not just trying to help Jesse, I'm trying to help you too Fianna," he told me through a grand smile.

I was confused again, "How are you helping me? I'm not the one who needs it. I'm not the one at fault here."

"I'm helping you because I know you need him in your life. You may act like you don't and you may even tell yourself that you don't, but I know you won't get far without him. Even more so, you don't want to get far without him." Brayden spoke just then with such compassion and intensity that I knew he was right. But looking at Brayden now, I saw a whole different person that I had never seen before. He looked like he actually cared about someone other than himself. I was seriously wondering if this was actually him.

I lifted my hand up to brush away the hair that had fallen onto his forehead and layed my palm flat against his skin, "Are you feeling okay? Do you know who I am, or better yet do you know who you are? How many fingers am I holding up?" I couldn't help but laugh at the way he rolled his eyes at me. He could tell I was kidding, but I was still trying to figure out if I really was kidding.

Swatting away my hand and fixing his hair back to the original position he sighed, "You know would it kill someone to have a little faith in me? I mean first Jesse and now you, there is no wonder I never help anyone." He finished shaking his head.

"Well Brayden you've never actually given a shit about anyone but yourself before, so I think our faith in you is a little short supplied." I turned away to grab my NYC bag out of my locker, "and fine Brayden I'll talk to Jesse tomorrow."