The players best friend

Chapter 3

Today is a wednsday, the day after Clara came over and I woke up in the afternoon with a tomato as a nose and my usually strarght hair in a tangled rat's mess, and my eyes all puffy from all the crying l did yesterday but you know what I'm not gonna say that l feel like Crap or that l was an Idiot for falling for my best friend because...I don't!

l Could't believe it!

I Was fine!

l couldn't blame my heart for faIling for the one guy who understood me, and Knows me for me and not Just the Style freak or the prefectionist I'm saught out to be by everyone. He would be the first one to tell when i was mad, sad, happy, hurt.

Because really he already held he keys to my heart from the begining, he was Just too blind to see the one feeling l So despretly wanted him to see, to tell.

Ofcourse im not over him who would but atleast its one step closer right?

Im not one of those girls who think of them selves as ugly or fat, I know im not for a fact and I cant help but think that there is something with me emotionally, right?

Wrong!

He hurt me, me his birdy.....

yeah I shouldnt dwell on that name too much because that the name he calls me since the day we just met because my name was too hard for him to say and he just clung to the first word that resembled my own.

he was just so adorable back then whe he would only be sucking a lollipop noy a whores face off!

Anyways...

And since I felt like it was unfair for me to have a nick nqme and for him to not I called him pb&j but what can I say I wasn't the most creative birdy out there... sew me!

with that thought I got out the rollers that were sticking wildly from all directions of my hair which was the remainder of clara and l's emergency girl's night.

She truley is an amazing friend that I will never abandon or replace unlike what jason has been doing lately, the make out incident wasnt the first, if you could tell from our latest "meetings".

It feels like lately he's rubning it in my face that he was not mine and that he was a free man but you know what how will he like it when I do it to him because, from this day on no more precious mascara will be wasted on that son of a father!

yup no more tears, no more 'why me's, and sure as hell no more jason.

And I was happy to say that for a Wednesday, our wednsday I was doing pretty good just sat in my room sketching a dark almost sinister silhouette filled with deep mahogany and grey draping over a petite womans figure reflecting exactly how I feel with a vaiil draping over her sad emerald eyes but still vould not cover the sadness or that one stray tear that escaped her fake smile that didnt reach her eyes.

Ughhhhh so much as being "fine".

This not me all the models I use for my sketches are blank faces that I let be decided by the holder of my design.

I really am getting pissed off again, you know when I said im fine?

Im not a strong beleiver of that anymore.

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《Jason POV》

I really do think I pushed it to the envelope this time.... shit!

l know l wanted her to stay away from me but Sitting here on a Wednesday night, a Bridget and I' s tradition that we haven't missed once dince we started year three after we got our tonstals removed on the same day and we sat there eating ice cream like there was no tomorrow and we mad it our day.

I dont know what to do I really must have blew it big time even worse than the time I burnt her first drawing book or that time I used her fashion award as a football.

It just dawned on me how could we be so different yet so alike.

she has a passion for fashion, I dnt give two shits about it, I have a love affair with football while she cant stand the orange and silver uniforms that the school makes us wear.

That thought made me laugh a little until l remembered why l was worried in the first place which made me run my hands through my hair over and over again. A nervous habbit that l Couldn't shake Since childhood.

And to tell you the truth Bridgit used to Love running her hands through my hair to calm me down and my body Just followed suit in developing the comfort of her touch.

I'm doing the right thing right? protecting her from all the shit that's happening in my life. But she was always that one thing I looked forward to, she was the one innocent and pure thing I had in my life....

Thats it I'm going to her house to fix this 'cause unlike all the other times She was made at me she completly ignored our wednsdays me which she never and l mean NEVER does and I still can't rap that thought around my head even though I was the one who pushed her away.

I stepped into my dad's old porche because my car is at the shop getting a new interior (chosen by Bridgit) and headed for her house even though I could have walked but l thought If we made up we could Still Salvage our night after I tell her why I've been avoiding her and im just hoping she'll forgive me.

I got to her house and Started gently Knocking on her door that I've seen to many times to count before l run for the hills to save her, to save my Birdie.

☆☆Bridgit's pov☆☆

l heard a faint rapping on to door that almost Seemed hesitant.

My stomach flipped slightly as the thought of Jason being on the other side but I quickly dismissed that thought because he wasn't bothered yesterday when I stormed out of there with tears brimming my eyes or even before that because all of a sudden I wasn't good enough for him.

But as I turned the door knob my worst reality stood right there looking as casual as ever with his hands in his pocket anf his dark locks ruffled, obviously from the raking he has done and that actually makes me a bit happier, at least showed SOME type of regret for playing with my heart lately.

But that happiness was short lived when he spoke witha timid "Hi" and remembered all the times he has been avoiding me or acting like I wasn't there and all the hurt I felt every single time he would ignore me for one of his flavour of the week.

At that moment I did something I didn't think I eould to my little pb&j but I did so my hand automatically threw the door closed so hard from all the aggression that was supressed that it rattled the door frame.

I slowly slid down on the floor as the tears I suppressed through those 5 seconds started and one thought was playing through my head.

Did I really think I was ok?