Bev and Brett

Part 2

This one's dedicated to Sarah and Abby! #BREV4EV

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As Bev walked back towards class everything started to slow. Images of the Brett's beautiful face kept flipping through her mind and she felt a Cheshire Cat grin crest her face. But all of a sudden she began to see black spots in the corners of her vision. Her legs gave out and as she pitched against a wall, her head started to pound. The last thing she thought of before blacking out was Brett.

The first thing that Bev saw when she came to was a blinding light. No! But it can't be my time! I refuse to go!!!!!!! Not after I've just met the perfect man!! She turned away from the light and began to thrash around, hoping to escape heavens cruelly sweet rays. Her left leg spasmed out, coming back down upon a paper covered table. What in the name of prunes? Bev sat up slowly, her head pounding.

"Oh lovely! Beverley you're awake!" a nurse chirped in a heavily country accent.

"What happened...?" Bev moaned, sounding quite like a deceased frog.

"Oh well it seems you passed out hon," the nurse said (ironically, seeing as Beverley was obviously her senior). "The strange thing is we can't tell why. It almost seems like you were in such ecstasy that your brain shut down. But that's just a theory."

Bev blushed, recalling her encounter with Brett. Oh that hunk of a man.

"Oh... well... uh... I guess it's as good a theory as any," Bevs tittered, her cheeks as red as fire trucks. "What happened to my class?"

"Oh we got them a sub. Don't worry 'bout it. You just go home and rest."

"nO!!!" Bev yelled. She had to see Brett!!

The nurse looked up in alarm. "Really it's alright, Bev. We've got ya taken care of."

Bev groaned and tried to protest but was silenced by the throbbing in her skull. Finally after much convincing and the promise of prunes being served in the cafeteria, she consented. She trudged out the clinic door and moaned, her head still aching. But she forgot all about the pain when she looked up and once again locked eyes with none other than Brett Boyle. Lord Jesus Christ in heaven what a miracle!!

Thinking quickly, Bev tossed her glasses in his direction. "Oh no! I seem to have dropped my glasses!" She practically yelled.

Brett rushed over and picked up the fallen spectacles.

"Here you go," he said, blushing.

"Thank you, Brett."

"So Bev, I um... am really sorry about bumping into you earlier and I just was wondering if I could have your email. Uh... to apologize fully, I mean."

Bev wanted to squeal. He was asking for her email!!!!!!!

"Oh uh... of course," she cooed, trying to be demure. She took out a pen and rummaged through her bag for a slip of paper, but was interrupted by Brett.

"Here, why don't you just write it on my hand?"

Aaghhjfenidjfdi!!!! HOW ROMANTIC!!! Bev practically jumped for joy. She took his hand and once again felt the electricity that zapped through her when they touched. Her hand shaking, she scribbled down her email and looked up at him through her lashes.

"Bye Brett. I'll be awaiting that email." Bev turned to leave but Brett caught her wrist and looking into her eyes gave her a languid kiss on the knuckles.

"Bye Bev."