~Chapter 2~
I couldn't stop thinking about him for the rest of that day. My teachers called on me and told me to pay attention but it didn't do anything for me. There was only one thing on my mind, and its name is Brady Mitchel. I dreamt about being able to run my hands through his soft looking hair. But I knew that I would never have a chance with him. He would actually probably be attracted to my friend Sarah. She was slim and fit and tall with long legs. She was tan with a beautiful face her head was almond shaped framed by caramel naturally curly hair. Although today she wore it straight. She was a walking angel on Earth. Where as I was just a lanky pale girl, who was short with muddy brown hair framing a thin face. Where Sarah's eyes were the hazel, mine were a light silver almost white. I would have a one-in-a-million chance of him noticing me.
As I walked into my next class I saw the most horrifying sight I could ever think of. I walked in and saw my friend Sarah all over Brady. She was sitting on his lap and had her arm draped lightly over his shoulder, laughing at something funny Brady had apparently just said. I stormed over there with the rage of a thousand warriors. As I reached where they were sitting I latched onto Sarah's arm and lifted her up with newfound strength.
"What the heck do you think you are doing?" I hissed through clenched teeth.
"Just talking to my new boyfriend!" she exclaimed with apparent glee.
"How could you I thought you were my best friend! You knew I liked him, how could you do this to me?" I tried to contain my voice to a whisper but it was hard considering the anger.
"Chill Em, its not like we are getting married," she told me nonchalantly. As if it was no big deal then she brushed me off and sauntered back over to her seat next to Brady, because class was starting. I took my seat at the front of the class, seething at the thought of them being together.
I don't know how I could ever talk to her again. She had been my best friend since pre-k when she beat up a boy who stole my crayon. From then on she deemed herself my protector until she grew out of the tom boy faze. Ever since we have shared every lonely Friday night together, telling secrets and gossiping, watching movies and eating countless amounts of fattening foods (its good we have a fast metabolism other wise I would be crushing this desk). I just couldn't fathom the idea of my best friend betraying me in a way so vile. I couldn't even look at her the same. I really needed to stop thinking, all it was going to get me was tears streaming down my face without stopping. No! I would not give them the satisfaction of seeing my cry. I held it all in, after all who would really be there for me if I did.
