Scars, Tears and Unconventional Fears (On Hold)

Chapter Four

Hey there, you'll probably notice that this chapter is pretty pointless, i just thought i might upload something to pass time. i am having a severe case of writer's block, so i couldnt think of anything better. I hope you like it though :)

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The next day, walking through the large, brass gates that stood at the front of the school, I noticed that everybody seemed to have been livelier. It seemed like everyone had just got hold of the hottest news and was sending it around the school, in fact the world. Even the guy groups had gotten hold of this information and were talking about it. It must have been really big to have even them talking about it.

Walking up the front steps into the main school building, I heard someone calling out my name.

“Brendan!” I turned and noticed that Tee was running through the gates, almost colliding into other people as she ran towards me. Close behind her, with his hair all ruffled, was James.

“Brendan,” Tee said, “thank god we caught up to you.”

“Yeah, you were running faster than you ever have just before.” James said, seemingly puffed-out from his run.

“Are you sure I was running?” I asked. I don’t seem to remember that I was running, I only remember speeding up as I saw the time.

“Yeah mate, you were.”

“Anyway,” Tee said, “That is not why I am here.”

“Why you are here?” James asked curiously.

“Yes James, Why I am here.”

“Then why did you drag me out of my car to follow you when you didn’t need me?”

“I never asked you to get out of the car,” Tee seemed frustrated, “You just decided to follow me cos you thought I wasn’t capable.”

“Wasn’t capable? Babe, I know you are more than capable at doing anything.”

“Oh really? Well then, what about the time where-”

“Ok that’s enough!” I had gotten very annoyed at the fact that they decided to have one of their classic relationship arguments right in front of me. I mean, they had done so before, but this time I just wasn’t in the mood.

“James,” I said, “if Tee said that she didn’t need you, she sure as doesn’t need you right now.”

“So you are getting on her side, not your best friends?”

“I am not choosing sides here; I am just saying that she doesn’t need you. Why don’t you go and wait for me in home room?”

“Fine,” James said. As James walked off, I heard him grumble something about Tee always getting her way.

“Thank you Brendan,” Tee said.

“Now what do you want?” I asked, inquisitive to know what she wanted.

“I want to know what went through your head Friday night,” she said. Those words felt like a dagger through my heart. Thoughts, feelings and emotions went racing through my head and through my body, controlling me, making me do their every will and command. I thought about how I kissed Daniel and how I felt so good. I thought about how I reacted at Daniel’s house. I thought about how Daniel was crying his heart out.

“Uh,” I acted dumb, like I didn’t remember, “What happened Friday night?”

“Don’t act stupid with me!” She exclaimed, “I know that you know that I know about what you did at James’ party!”

“What?” I was genuinely confused, “What did you just say?”

Tee growled. She didn’t look very happy with me, in fact, she didn’t seem happy with anyone or anything at all.

“You are going to tell me,” She snarled, “or I will tell James, and you know how homophobic he is!”

“Did it ever come to mind that I might not want to talk about it?!” I snapped at her. Tee stepped back with a stunned face. I never got snappy, or sharp, at anyone. I’m guessing that she is surprised because she thought that I would never do that to her.

I stood there staring at her for what seemed like hours, until I noticed people walking up the stairs and through the corridor. I spun on my heel and started walking off, hoping that she would lose me in the crowd. I heard her calling for me from behind me, but I didn’t look back.

I stood there, staring at the whole class in front of me. I was in English, presenting the speech that I had prepared weeks before. But as I went to speak, nothing came out. Most of the people in the class seemed to stare holes through me, while others didn’t even bother taking one glance at me.

“So,” Mr Stuart, my teacher, said, “When are you going to start?”

I stared at him blankly, before I could muster up the courage to say something.

“Is it possible that I do my speech later?” I gazed at Mr Stuart waiting for an answer. He put down the pen he had been holding and rearranged himself in his chair, perhaps to get a little more comfort.

“Fine then,” he said, “You are going to do it tomorrow. If you don’t do it then, you will not be attaining any marks for this assessment.”

I nodded in acknowledgment and started to walk back to my seat, which was propped in the corner of the room.

“Ok, next up is Brianna,” Mr Stuart stopped to stare at his paper, “Maylan?”

“Meilan sir,” said a girl sitting on the side row. She was the girl that had sent the piece of paper in Geography last Friday. She got up out of her seat, brushed off her already perfect skirt, fixed her hair and walked toward the front of the class. She positioned herself so she could be heard all around the class and started to talk.

“Good morning Mr Stuart, ladies and gentleman…” She surely seemed to know what she was doing. Her voice was clear, poised and confident, and her hand gestures always related to what she was saying. The thought of her doing so well reminded me of Daniel. I don’t know how, it just did. I found myself thinking of his shaggy blonde hair, of his perfect blue eyes, of his soft, silky lips. I shook my head in disgrace. How could I think of someone like him? A guy? No, I won’t. But no matter how hard I tried to get him out of my head, his vibrant voice seemed to fill my thoughts more and more. I shook my head some more just to clear my head. But of course, his face and voice were still prevalent. I swear I would not be able to handle him in my head for much longer.

“Is there something wrong Brendan?” Mr Stuart asked from his desk, startling me. I tuned back into reality and noticed that Brianna had stopped talking and everyone was staring at me, interested looks on their faces.

“No, nothing’s wrong sir,” I replied.

“There better not be,” he said, indicating for Brianna to continue with her speech.

“…So what this effect does to us as human beings in our common society are…”

I stared up at the ceiling. Nothing could ever get Daniel out of my thoughts. I couldn’t even push it aside, as if it was trying to dominate me. I guess it was going to be a long day…

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It was horribly written wasnt it??? But like i said at the start of the chapter, I am going through some severe writer's block right now, so please help me create this story please!!! :)