The Sins of Regret

Chapter 2

The next morning Bridget woke up, got dressed, and packed her bags. After she got her stuff together she and Trevor walked to school. When they got there a short girl with ombre hair pulled Trevor into a kiss.

"Hey, you." She said when they broke the kiss.

"Hey, how are you?" Trevor replied, his arms wrapped around her waist.

Bridget turned her attention to her phone.

"I'm good, but I am so not ready for school right now." the girl answered.

"I bet Bridget's excited to be at school, isn't that right?" Trevor laughed.

Bridget looked up to find Trevor staring intently into his girlfriend's eyes. Not sure if she had actually been addressed, Bridget returned to her phone.

The bell for class rang and the couple kissed again.

"Bye, Angel. Bye, Bridget," Trevor called as he walked away.

The two girls waved him off.

When Trevor was out of earshot Angel hit Bridget's arm.

"What's your problem?"

"You're gonna have to be more specific," Bridget retorted, a smart alec's smirk on her face.

"I told you, I don't like you talking to or spending time with Trevor. Now I get to hear all about you getting his attention with this mopey routine."

Bridget shrugged, "Well, I could turn his attention on you and by telling him you're some some drug dealer's lacky with a slow growing drinking problem."

Angel stepped up to Bridget's face, "If he finds out, he'll break up with me. And if he breaks up with me you will be sorry. Remember, unlike you, I have friends, who will make you disappear, and no one will miss you when you're gone."

Bridget took a step closer, "That's where you're wrong. Because, if I didn't have friends, we wouldn't be having this little talk."

Furious Angel stomped away. Neutral, Bridget turned in the opposite direction toward her first class.

When she got there she sat down at a table in the front of the class. Already seated at her right was Ross. He was staring into a notebook, scribbling away.

"What are you writing now?" Bridget whispered over his shoulder.

He turned to face her, "So, basically, it's a story crossing Greek and Egyptian worlds."

Bridget smiled at him, "You're such a dork."

As the bell rang a short blonde woman stood at the front of the class.

"Okay," her high-pitched voice sounding through the room, "Today, we're going to do some writing exercises. Get into groups. I'm going to give you some prompts and you'll just discuss it amongst yourselves."

The class turned to chaos as kids searched for their friends. Several even walked out the door.

Neither Bridget nor Ross moved from their seats, but rather, they waited as a blonde haired, blue eyed boy dragged a chair over to them.

After things settled down the teacher called them back to attention, "You're first prompt 'describe what the perfect day would be for you.'"

Bridget turned to the blonde and saw his eyes begin to glisten.

"Mark," she asked gently, "...are you... crying?"

He wiped his face, "No, I just saw the greatest movie, and this question just... I'm a little emotional... Can someone else just go?"