ATL

Chapter five

Brian

*Flash back*

2 years ago.

"Hello?" I say surprised to hear her  voice.

"Bri?" She says her voice sounding soft and gloomy.

"What happened now?" I say worry lacing my voice.

"It's Jeff" She says.

"Why are you calling me? Where is Kiara?" I ask. I was never good with words. 

I was never good with her.

"I don't know, she isn't answering my calls, Brian I can't do this anymore" She says her voice cracking.

"Stay where you are I am coming" I say and hang up. I grab my keys and head out the door, then I realise,

I don't actually know where she is.

I call her back and say "Where are you? With a hint of a smile on my face".

"I am in Central Park" She says, her voice muffled.

"What are you doing there?" I ask, curiosity getting the best of me.

"This was where he was supposed to meet me" Stuti says her voice sounding sad.

I never liked Jeff.

Well I am a hypocrite for saying that, because I did like him, but that was a LONG time ago. When he was my "best friend". But things changed, people changed, we grew up.

Oh that's another story.

He was rude and selfish, and only cared about himself.

Basically he was an asshole.

Oh who am I kidding he still is an asshole, and always will be. 

Clearly he is,because he stood up the most attractive girl at school.

"Brian?" Her voice breaks me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah, I am coming, wait there" I say quickly.

I know, I don't deserve her, but if I ever got the chance to tell her that she is the only girl who I was willing to change for, willing to be a better person for, I would.

She was a sophomore and I was a senior. It would never work.

I knew she was my sister's best friend but I couldn't help myself. I always told myself that I had so many other girls, girls in my grade, girls in my class,but none of them seemed appealing to me. They were all just normal teenage girls, and all they cared about was their hair, their weight, and their makeup.

But she was different.

She was so much more than just a normal girl. She was strong, independent, and beautiful.

She didn't care about what brand her clothes were, and she didn't care about her weight.

But I knew I could never have her. I could never feel her warmth, feel her love.

Everything changed once I graduated, everything but my feelings for her.

I tired to let go, tried to move on, but I just couldn't.

Somehow I knew, she knew, the way I felt about her.

I knew she cared about me too, but it was too late. It was too late to go back now.

Okay, I am delusional. So pathetic. But I fell for her.

I am broken from my train of thought, when I see her, standing alone, looking at the people passing by.