Ch. 33- The Door

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"Why?" I briefly asked. 

"Cuz..." She trailed off. Yep. I know what you're thinking. Is it Allyssa? Mmmhh. Your right! She basically just saved my life. It's not actually life saving its just, well, detention saving. I'm still wondering, Why?

I gestured her to speak and she sighed.

Soon, tears started streaming down her face. It looked like her vision was blurred at the sight of how much she was crying. I suddenly felt bad. I also hesitated. Why was she crying. No matter the reason, I just wanted to have her back. I mean even though we were really close before, it doesn't mean we still couldn't be. I know the drama that happened was rough, but I decided to move on. It's how life goes. Why? Because life just carries on. 

I rubbed her back in smooth little circles as the thought of comforting her hit my mind. She burst out with more tears and I didn't know what to do. I just stood there leaning against the 1st bathroom stall while rubbing Ally's back. 

Soon, she grabbed my hand and pulled me into a tight hug. Spraying her salty tears all over my new top. I didn't think that I seemed to mind. Her head lay on my shoulder. I continued rubbing her back like a good friend would. I kinda did feel truly bad for her no matter why she was crying. Her crying soon became silent as ashe started to sniffle. Her head removed from my shoulder and I stopped rubbing her back. She took a step back and I was trying to search for the answer in her eyes. They were filled with so much hurt and pain, it felt so much as if I were her. Walking in her moccassins. If I could change the past, I wish I would've been completely nice. Even if she did thinkgs I didn't know about. Then again, it was her life. i'm not the one responsible. Unless I should give a helping hand. I immediately regretted all those harsh things I have done. 

"Are you okay?" I blurted out. I didn't even notice until she shook her head in response softly. Omg. I wonder why she was crying. I haven't seen her cry this much since about 8 or 9 years ago because she didn't get a cake for her birthday. But I would understand that, I mean, she was near the age of 7 or 8. Yes. I was best friends with her for that long.  I guess I still am...

"Care tell me..." I muttered softly filled with extreme curiosity. Another tear streamed down her cheek dripping down her chin. 

"Dustin dumped me." She whispered. I knew he would do that. Especially after what Brandon told me about Mackenzie's plan. Her devillish plan to make me look like a fool. She kissed my boyfriend on our first date and possible put that picture on the school newspaper. I am officially a laughing stock. But my best friend is having a crisis. I couldn't just leave her. I had to be a good friend and comfort her carefully. I mean, have you ever been dumped? I haven't. I have been told it's exhausting, but tiring. Your heart doesn't stop the pain that easily. You have to suffer the pain. And I didn't want Ally to suffer. I wanted to be there for her. That's why I am. Now.

"Oh my god." I managed to say beneath all that guilt hidden inside my face.

"It's been rough. He dumped me today when we were walking to school together. Things aren't going too well he simply stated. Then he just walked away in the other direction leaving me standing on the middle of the sidewalk. I was heart-broken." She spilled muttering the last sentence trying to hold in her tears.

"I...I," I stuttered. What should I say? I mean I do give out great advice, but I have never been in this position before. What do I do? I said the first sentence that popped into my mind.

"I'm sorry..." I stated. That was so stupid. Why would I say sorry when my best friend was in a problem like this. Did I just say best friend? Wow...

"It's okay," She muttered. 

"I'm terribly sorry about you break-up. I haven't actually been in this position..." I said.

"It's fine. It's not your fault, actually. I was so stupid to fall for him, anyways." She whispered.

"Oh.. I know this question would be totally off topic, but did you publish the pictures of me on the newspaper?" I asked waiting for an answer.

"No." She simply said with another tear dripping down from her red, watery eyes.

"Then who did?" I asked again. I actually believed her. I mean, she was my best friend. It was kinda obvious when she told a lie. Let alone even try to.

"I don't know. It can't be Mackenzie or me," Allyssa replied. She sniffled.

"Do you know anyone who runs the school newspaper?" I politely asked hoping for an answer.

"Well Dustin does. But not in our school, obviously. I don't know, but he still might be able to have access to school's in this district because his mom is the super-intendent and he's spoiled and kinda rich," Allyssa stated. "I'm surprised he's very much like Mackenzie." We both let out a small chuckle.

 She stared down at the ground and sniffled wiping the tears away from her puffy eyes.  

"Access," I whispered. "Come on. I have an idea." I clearly said. I picked up all my papers scattered on the floor and shoved them into my book bag. Allyssa quickly headed over to the sink and washed her face. After a 2-minute difficulty of her face drying, she looked like she didn't even spill the tears from her eyes. Wow, she was good.

"What?" She mimicked my moves besides the paper shoving. Instead were clothes shoving. 

"Shh!" I placed a finger onto my lips as I started towards the direction of the bathroom door.

I quietly opened it and poked my head out the door looking for any people. To my luck, it was empty. I left the door open behind me for Allyssa to walk before I tip-toed down the hallway as she followed with a confused look on her face. 

"Come on!" I whispered gesturing her to follow. She needed to pick up the pace. 

We were finally lead down to the end of the hall and in front of us stood the door. The door we need to find out everything about me. The door that lead me to find out about the school newspaper. The door that placed my life in misery.

Standing 2 feet away from us was...

The Organization Committee Door.

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