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A few days had passed and Clay had been acting weirder than usual. He hadn't been talking to me at all. He ignored me or walked away whenever I came over to him and Jeff. I decided to approach him just now.
"Hey, Clay." I smiled with a bright smile. "Hey, uh I gotta go talk to Zach." He said. I rolled my eyes. "One, you never talk to Zach. Two, what's your problem? You've been avoiding me all week." I raised an eyebrow. "I got to your tape." Clay spat. I gulped feeling my throat close up. Shit. He was going to hate me forever.
"How could you do something so terrible to Hannah? You knew she was going through so much already." Clay whispered so that no one could hear. "I wanted attention Clay. I told one person and then the rumor started to spread." I said clenching my jaw trying not to cry. This always happened when I thought about what I did to her. "You're a terrible person, Brooke." Clay shook his head and bumped shoulders with me as he walked past. I grabbed my book bag off the ground and ran to the bathroom not wanting to cry in front of everyone.
I sat down in one of the bathroom stalls on my backpack because even though I was crying, I would not do it while sitting on some dirty school ground.
I just wanted her to come back. I wanted to go back to that day and relive it again so I could do the right thing. I wanted to be friends with her again like we once were. I wanted my brother and I to be close again.
"Please, Hannah. Come back." I started to cry. "I never knew that you were feeling the way you were. I could have helped you. I could have-" I punched the stall door as hard as I could feeling pain in my hand and knuckles. They started to bleed and hurt. I cried even more. "I'm so stupid, Hannah. If you're listening to me right now. I'm so sorry!" I cried and stood up cleaning my ace before walking out. I took my jacket out of my back pack and wrapped it around my knuckles thinking t would stop the pain.
It's funny how the pain in my hand wasn't as bad as the pains in my heart.
I walked past Jeff's locker and he ran after me. "Brooke!" He yelled. I turned around and looked down wiping my eyes with my free hand. "Where-" He cut himself off tilting my chin up to make me look at him but he did it gently.
"Were you crying?" He asked in a soft voice looking me in the eye. "I think you know the answer to that." I said.
"But why?" He asked. "Because life fucking sucks right now if you couldn't tell." I rolled my eyes.
"Why is your hand wrapped? Did you hurt yourself?" Jeff asked. "Stop asking so many questions damn!" I groaned.
"I'm sorry. It's just... I really care about you and I don't want you to get hurt." Jeff said. Damn it. His face. His lips. His hair. His personality. Just everything. Damn.
"It's a bit too late for that." I said as tears came to my eyes.
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