Me, and Everyone Else

Part 8

  It was quiet the whole walk to his place, and it would have been faster if he didn't leave his car at school to come chase after me. 'Why is he such an idiot?'

  "Because I'm mad crazy about you." I look to see we were on his front porch.

  "I said that out loud, didn't I?" I ask feeling stupid. He just stands there and laughs before opening the door. The familiar decor filled my sight, with the pictures on the wall, and the quietness. He pulled my up the stairs. "Where exactly are we going?" Having a bit of hesitation on the side. 

  "My room." I feel my whole body freeze, Brandon notices.

 "Hey it's not like that. I just wanted to talk. I mean unless you want it to..." I put my hand over his mouth.

  "Don't even think about it, idiot." I could feel my whole self shaking. I hear him chuckle under my hands which tickled them. He finally grabs them and doesn't let go when we enter his room. "This is....different than I imagined, not that I imagined being in your room, or what it looked like."

  "Oh so what do you mean?" He asks with a fake innocent expression. I pull myself away from him.

  "What I meant was I thought your room would be more-"

  "Dirty." He finishes my thought, and I give him a shrug. "Well excuse me for wanting my room to be clean when girls come over-" He looks at me, noticing the mood changed. 'The girls. The ones he messes around with. Truthfully it stung. Knowing he has been so many girls, and so many girls have been with him.' I wrap myself with m own arms.

Brandon's POV

  "Well excuse me for not wanting my room to be clean when girls come over-" I could feel the atmosphere change when I looked at her. She was lost in thought. 'I did it again, didn't I?' She wraps herself in her arms. I walk over to her, and pick her up.

  "What are you doing, idiot?! Let me down! I don't want to see you, I don't want to talk to you." I could hear the sadness in her voice, and it tore me apart knowing I was the one hurting her. I gently toss her on my bed. I could see the tears running down her face. "Why are you such and a**hole, why can't you just leave me alone, and why don't you drop dead with all the girls you've been with? Why don't you-" I quickly press my lips against hers, and I feel the electricity between us. My heart began to beat faster than its ever done before. I could feel her trying to push away, so I pin her to the bed. She tries a little longer before giving in. I could notice her face tinted a bit of pink.

   "You like it, no?" She looks away, blushing more. "If you won't talk then just listen, please." I see her eyes soften, and she lets out a small 'Fine'. I sit up, and she follows after then leaving three feet of empty space between us. I let out a soft chuckle. 

Taylor's POV

  "I know I'm not a good guy, but that doesn't necessarily mean I'm a bad one either. But sometimes protecting the people I care about, the people I love can make anyone go crazy. So if you trust me, especially now, I need to know you'll trust me after what I'm about to tell you. Promise you won't run away, or be afraid of me. Just promise you'll stay with me." I look at him feeling a sense of his vulnerability. 'He was opening up to me finally. And to show him I mean business.'

  "I promise." I say feeling a bit happy he was giving me a chance to show him I'm not like everybody else. He gives me a nervous grin, and I smile back and nod.

  "When I was younger I always wanted to be a hero to anyone who needed help, and being a kid who'll do anything to protect his most precious mother from his alcoholic father, I took his rage, and dealt with it through elementary, and middle school. Finally I took a stand against him. Imagine that. A thirteen year old kid going up against his old man to protect his mother. What kid wants that? Well I got rid of him. I called the cops, and they arrested him. Four years later, I was a freshmen here, starting to begin anew, until I got a call saying my old man was out and about. Then they said the most heart dropping words. He's looking for your mom. At that point I dropped the phone and took off. I could hear the teachers shouting at me, telling me to stop, I ran out of the building, that's when I saw the police officer I had called that night. He took his hat off, and his face was blank, but full of sympathy. I dropped my bag, and felt to my knees. I had already, right then and there, thirteen year old me, knew what had happened. He had got to her before anyone could. And from that day I felt like I had to do everything I had to to protect myself from feeling that kind of hurt, and pain he caused me that day. So I became a whole new person, and started messing around with girls and began a new life as Brandon Simms." He finishes, and I just sit there feeling his everything pouring out.

  "So one question? Who are you? Really. Who are you? If your not Brandon, then who is hiding behind him?" He keeps his focus on the floor. "Is your name even Brandon?" He slowly shakes his head. I could feel everything become numb. "I understand about your mom and everything, but lying from the very beginning about who you are, that's just.....I think I should leave."

  "Wait!" He says as he grabs my hand. "You're running away from me?"

  "No. I just need some time to think about everything." I pull away feeling guilty. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay? I promise. I just need to process everything-"

  "Just go before you say something else." I look at him.

  "That was a bit harsh, don't you think? And what exactly are you saying?" I ask feeling something else take over.

  "Nothing. Just go." 

  "No. You got something to say. Well then say it because I'm pretty sure it something I've heard before." I snap. "Seriously tell me. Because I'm not the one at fault here."

  "Why are you acting like the victim? Last time I heard you are far from the victim here." I look at his with confusion.

  "What the hell are you talking about?" I ask beyond furious.

  "I hear things, but that doesn't mean I believe them. Can't say the same for you." His voice was harsh, and cold.

  "You're really bringing this down, like this. Okay. Fine. I just need to know. Who are you.....really? Who is the bad boy I fell in love with? Who is he really?" He looks away. I sigh with disappointment. "You can't even trust me in the end. Well then, okay. I guess this is really it, huh? I guess....I'll see you around." I open the door, and exit.

Brandon's Pov

  'Dammit. What the hell is wrong with us? With me. In the end. I broke my own trust. With not trusting her. And now here I am. Alone. Alone. Why did I meet her in the first place? Why did I run after her? Why did I do anything for her? Why? Why? Because I fell in love with her. I'm an idiot. This was one thing I wasn't suppose to do here. This wasn't a part of the plan. I was suppose to stay for sometime then leave. But why am I still here? Her.

~Author's Note~

Hi, sorry for this short, and slow process of my writing creativity, because I keep getting writer's block. I really hope you enjoy this as much as I do writing it. I have a friend you can check out her stories. She's a fanfic writer. Her name is samanthagracetucker, no spaces. Well Thanks and I'll try to post more regularly. I'll try to everyday. Sorry again. Gui Bi.