Chapter 7
Drew's POV
"Okay I'm done." you said and shut your locker closed. Kylie nodded her head. "Let's go then." she said smiling. You started walking down the hallway, and people kept giving you weird looks. You rolled your eyes and people whispered about you as you passed them. "I heard someone saying they're dating." you heard someone say. You moisturized your lips and let out a frustrated sigh.
"Why do people have to be so damn judgmental?" you muttered.
Kylie shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know." She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and let out a sigh. "I hate people." she said. You looked at her. "Really?" She looked up at you and shook her head.
"No, I like you."
She gave you a perfect smile and then looked down the the ground, smiling. "Let's go." she said, and grabbed your hand. You got a warm fuzzy feeling from that. You wanted to intertwine your fingers but you pushed that feeling away. The fact that she was holding your hand made you crazy. You loved it.
No, don't think like that Drew. You told yourself. She's just your friend, don't screw it up by getting feelings for her. Besides, you've known her for like two days. You sighed and looked down at the floor. "What's wrong?" she asked. You just shook your head and smiled at her. "Nothing." you said, and let go of her hand.
School was finally over, and it was finally Friday. You got your things from your locker and hugged Kylie as a goodbye. You hadn't gotten any new headphones, so you couldn't listen to music as you usually do. You ran your hair trough your hair and sighed, frustrated. When you didn't listen to music, the voices in your head took over. And the voices didn't exactly say nice things. You walked for about 10 minutes, and the voices just talked and talked. "You're probably gonna get beaten today. You should just kill yourself. Poor Kylie, she has to hang out with a loser like you. She might like you now Drew, but when she gets to know you, she'll run." You put your hands over your ears. "Stop." you whispered. "You told her that your parents died in a car accident.. You didn't tell her that it was your fault." the voices in your head said. "Stop." you repeated and pressed your palms harder against your ears. "If you haven't called them to come pick you up at that sleepover, they would've been alive by now."
You shook your head, tears streaming down your checks. "No! Stop. It wasn't my fault." you cried, as you pressed your palms even harder against your ears. "Drew?"
You looked up and saw Kylie looking at you. What was she doing here? You quickly removed your hands. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" she asked, and you could tell that she was worried. "W-What are you doing here?" you asked, ignoring her question. "I'm on my way home.. I didn't know that you walked the same way. I noticed you.. And.."
She stopped talking and looked down at the ground. "What's wrong?" she asked again. You didn't answer, you just stood there. What were you supposed to say? She walked towards you and wiped away your tears with her thumbs. "Tell me."
You grabbed her hands. She was standing on her tippy toes, and her nose was touching yours. "What's not your fault?" You gulped and looked down. "Drew, tell me." she whispered, and put her hand over your cheek, causing you to get that warm fuzzy feeling again. "No.. It's nothing." She raised an eyebrow. "Drew you were in the middle of the street, with your palms pressed against your ears crying and telling someone to stop, and that it wasn't your fault. That's something. Now tell me." Damn this girl was stubborn as a donkey. "Kylie.. You really don't need to know, it's not important." you said. A frustrated sigh escaped her lips. "Drew, stop bullshitting me. Now tell me." she said, as she slowly moved her hand from your cheek, and over to your neck. She was playing with your neck hair, as she looked directly in your eyes. She was driving you crazy. This would be a perfect moment for you to kiss, but you knew that you couldn't. "I'll listen, and I won't judge. I promise." she whispered. You nodded your head. She hadn't judged you yet, so why would she do that now? "When I was 11 my parents died in a car accident.. It was my fault. I was at a birthday party at my friends place, and it was a sleepover. I got homesick, and called mom and dad to come pick me up. And I waited for hours, but they never showed up. So my friends dad drove me home. And when we got inside we saw the police, and our grandparents. Then the police tells us that my parents got hit by a drunk driver, and that they were at the hospital. And the morning after, they told us that they didn't make it..." you whispered. You felt something salty in the corner of your lips. You didn't realize that you were crying. Kylie wiped your tears away. "Drew it wasn't your fault. I swear."
You just shrugged your shoulders. "Drew look at me." she said, placing her tiny hands over your cheeks, and making you look into her eyes. "It wasn't your fault." You didn't know what to say, so you just followed your heart and pulled her into a hug. You hugged her tightly and sobbed lowly. You had to bend down a little, since she was shorter than you. She rubbed your back with one hand, and the other hand was stroking your hair, making you feel relaxed. "It wasn't your fault Drew. Believe me, it wasn't your fault." she whispered, comforting you like you were a baby. After a while you let go of her, and she looked into your eyes. "Are you okay?"
You nodded your head, and embarrassedly wiped away your tears. Kylie was the first person you ever showed yourself vulnerable to.
She smiled at you. "Hey, can I walk you home? That's the least I can do.." you mumbled, nervously scratching the back of your neck. She smiled and nodded her head. She held out her head. "Yes, come here."
You grabbed her hand, and she intertwined your fingers. That warm fuzzy feeling appeared again. Damn it Drew, she's your friend. Don't think about her like that. You looked at Kylie and smiled lovingly. Don't fall in love with her, Drew. She's totally out of your league.
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What do you think? And no Drew isn't schizophrenic, I just want to make that clear. He just hallucinates that there's voices in his head.
