The Lost Ones

Chapter 3: Brooklyn

The inital shock is unbearable. She looks at me, her stare a mix of nervousness and sadness. I feel her glare burning into the skin of my neck.

    "Oh, shit. Fuck, I've said too much." I blush and and look down. Jay puts her hand on my shoulder and looks at me sincerely.

    "Why didn't she tell me?"

    "I....don't know, she didn't say. I guess she felt like you already knew." Jay gets up to leave the table and she goes into the bathroom. I take this time to think about my life choices.

    Why did I have to say those things? I'm always the one for this. She didn't need to know that. Then I see her walk out of the bathroom; it looks as though she's been crying.

    I run to her, trying not to knock over anything as I was unsually tall. She look at me with tear-filled eyes.

"What's wrong?" I look at her with sad eyes. Jay's bottom lip quivered before she bit it as more tears strem down her face.

    "Brooklyn bitch." Brooklyn. The most stuck-up girl in this school. Her ego is through the roof and can never seem to shut up about her douchebag, jock boyfriend. It's surprising how she actually has a posse. I roll my eyes, not at Jay, but at the fact that Brooklyn decided to open her big mouth again.

    "What did she do this time?" I look at her with sympathy. It's not everyday that you see Jay break down into tears.

    "She said that Katie deserved to die and she'll have fun burning in Hell." I fill with rage as I hear the words come out of her mouth. Brooklyn hit it right where it hurts. She can talk about me all she wants, but Katie; that crosses the line.

    "Where did she go?" I say in a calm but firm voice. Jay looks down at the floor apologetically and points the group of array of girls with their flashy outfits and terrible make-up looks. I hug Jay and walk over to Brooklyn's posse.

    "Ahem, bitch." I say when I get to the table.

    "What did you just call me?" She turned to me with a surprised look on face. She acts as though she's never been called a bitch before.

    "I called you a bitch. What are you gonna do about it?" I don't know where this sudden burst of confidence came from, but I was not about to let her talk shit about the only person who actually cared about me.

    "Do you know who I am? My daddy is a cop, you know? He could get you arrested in a heartbeat."

    "Does it look like I care about your fucking 'daddy'? Why the fuck were you talking about Katie?"

    "Oh, that girl," She rolled her eyes. Bitch,"I'm glad she's dead, needed to go to Hell anyway."

    "What do you think gives you the right to talk about a girl who you barely knew? Newsflash, she's fucking dead! She's no longer on this planet and you, a basic white bitch, has the nerve to say she deserved that shit. You're fucking disgusting."

    "Not my fault she got hit by a car. Your ass should have prevented it. But all you did was sit there and cry like a pussy. Because that's what you are." She growled at me.

     By this point, I've had it with her. I look her straight in the eyes, grab her the collar of her shirt and pull her up to my level.

    "Look, if I could've stopped the man in that car, I would've. But I can't predict the fucking future. So, I'd   like it if you'd shut the fuck up about Katie." When I dropped her, she was crying. For a person who thought she the biggest, baddest bitch, she was acting super sensitive now. And I was not sad about it.

I walk away, wanting to get her out of my sight. I hate people like her. Just because you think people "bow down" to you, doesn't mean you can say anything about anyone. That's not how it works.

I go back over to Jay and sit down with her. I rub her back as she was crying again. All of sudden I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around see him.

Brooklyn's boyfriend.

Robert.

Oh fuck.