Without You

Chapter 1

Kait

Sheesh whoever invented school, deserves to be shot, I mean seriously science is beyond boring. Tapping my pen against the desk, I waited as patiently as I could, until the damn bell would ring. Everyone around me, apart from the nerds of course, was talking quietly or passing notes across the classroom. I stared at the desk and then snuck a glance at my phone, only to darken my mood, I hate it. Without my best friend it was dark and horrible, he made my school days worthwhile. No we've never dated and I highly doubt we will, even if a part of me loves him; it would be strange for us to date. Now though after our argument last night he refuses to talk to me, people can see that though, they know me through him. I'm the girl who loves books, writing and getting lost in her own world - whilst he was the guy all the girls want to date - yeah I want to date him too. But I love him for who he is, not for his status, unlike the others.

Sighing I resumed my tune of tapping my pen against the desk, until there was a cough behind me, turning round I saw Claire holding a piece of paper out to me. Waggling it in front of me she hissed "Read it, its from Brad."

I stared at the piece of paper, before reluctantly taking it off her. Unfolding it I immediately recognised his handwriting, as my eyes skimmed the page tears began to build. He couldn't mean it?! And yet seeing the way he signed it, just his name made my heart break. He was seriously gonna cut off our friendship, all because he wanted to play hockey and they wouldn't let him on the team because of our friendship. Yeah that's what our argument had been about. I glanced up at the clock and began gathering my stuff, shoving it all into my bag I legged it as soon as the bell sounded. People knew I was kind of a nerd, only an English nerd and I do love my books. Yet the majority of people here supported our friendship, some girls were jealous of it so they were bitchy to me. But the ones, who clearly had been told and cared about the friendship, were the ones who gave me sad smiles. Our friendship has been there since we were 3 and now 13 years later he decides he'd rather play hockey than be my friend.

Flipping my slightly wavy red locks outta my face, I walked until I found the tree. This tree was where I used to sit when I was upset or angry...and he used to come over to me and we'd talk things through. I knew he wouldn't come this time; I came here because it helps calm me, knowing I have a free next and art last with a teacher who doesn't really care. I realised I may as well just carry on reading my book, opening the book I carried on my reading. Only looking up from my book 5mins later, to find the hockey lads all running onto the field and mucking about; what do you know, Brad's there. Smiling and having a good time, I sighed sadly, at least he's happy, it may be killing me to lose my best friend. But if he's happy then I can deal with it...no matter how much it hurts me to see the cheerleading girls slither around him; if he's happy that's all I ask.

Nessie

I'm no detective but it don't take one to see how hurt Kait looks, just seeing her best friend of 13 years leave her for a sport must hurt. I mean what is he thinking?! I'm Vanessa or Nessie to most and well I'm on the dance squad, don't confuse us with the cheerleaders. Sure they dance but they also throw pompoms into the air, we don't, we dance with passion and a burning desire to be seen. I'm also one of the people who actually liked Brad and Kait's friendship any fool could see he loved her, just like they could see she loved him, but neither saw it in the other. Sighing I looked over at Kasey, she smirked "What?"

"Remember when Kait used to be on our dance troupe?" I mumbled, unknown to most Kait at one time was on our dance troupe but it was a whole other girl, a girl who hadn't lost her mother who was the main reason why she danced. After she passed she lost the will to dance, and her father even forbid her to dance, and so she turned to her other love; reading.