NASTY // (B.w.s)

Chapter 5)

Sat at the kitchen table, my head in my hands. Different moments twisting and twirling in my mind, killing any kind on faith left in my body

As my thoughts drag on throughout time, I am snapped out of them as I hear someone enter the room. Mum.

"Hey, dear!" She says, her witty grin appears as she looks at me.

"Hey."

She places her hand on the table and looks down at me. Oh god not the- "How was school?"

Yep, boom. The number one go-to question of my life. how was school?

I force a smile "Yeah, it was average. Nothing's changed" No, it was shit actually. Surprise.

"Thats great hun, anyway. We're having a old friend of mine over for dinner along with her family, you okay with that?"

I smile. Hiding any evidence of a dead soul right in front of her. "Yeah, thats fine."

I head up to my room, flinging myself onto my bed. My only safe haven.

Maybe it's pity, maybe he just does it because something is going on in his life as this is his only getaway?
stop with the sweet excuses, Pria. You only have one true friend in all of school, he does it because no-one likes you.

I shake my head, rolling my eyes at my stupid conscious as I try my best to ignore her.

Turning round to face the door as I hear someone enter, Tristan's goofy face appears. Typical.

He smiles. "Mrs Simpson and co are here, wanna come down and join them for dinner?" I nod politely and follow him, making our way downstairs.

simpson. I've heard that name before! I guarantee you I know that name from somwhere, I just can't capture in my head how I recognise it.

We get to the bottom step, but as Tris continues to walk towards the kitchen to greet the others. I stop in my tracks, as that is when it hits me. brad simpson, is in my house, with my family, my mother & my brother right now at this moment.

I feel it coming, Im gonna throw up. Im going to literally puke. Someone get me a bucket.

Holding my head back from the dizziness and nausea. I realize that I am still standing at the bottom of the stairs, and It's going to look rude if I don't head to the kitchen. fudgeballs.

After a short period of time getting my act together, I clench my fists and make an entrance. Which was probably the worst decision ever made in my life as soon as I step in that room.

As everyone awkwardly stares at me, Mum jumps a little and walks towards me. "Pria, there you are!- Come meet Mrs Simpson and her son, as her Husband and daughter couldn't attend."

I smile and hold in the instant regret as Brad and his Mum look at me waiting for a response. "Yeah, er-hi."

To my best effort, I make no eye contact with him at all.

Luckily I manage to do that for as long as dinner lasted. Which was a sigh of  relief.

"That dinner was lovely Mum, Thank you." I stand up from my chair and place my cleared plate in the sink.
Starving from no lunch earlier.

I look behind my shoulder as I leave the room, and there he was, looking at me with a concerned look on his face.

Shrugging it off, I run up the stairs and make my way to my room. And as always, I grab my phone and catapult onto my bed.

But before I could even scroll through tumblr, there was a slight knock on the door. Surprisingly, from what I personally know, no one knocks on my door.

So I reply with 'come in, its open!'

The door slowly creaks open, shocking me to see who is standing only a few feet away from me. Brad.

I grit my teeth, about to scream. But I don't, because I'm nice. ugh

"You actually have alot of nerve coming in here, Brad." Setting my phone aside, I stand up. Getting ready to close the door in his disgusting face.

"No Pria, please. 2 mins max. Please." He pleads, furrowing his eyebrows downwards.

I roll my eyes intently, nodding at his stupid pleading that managed to work for me.

" Look, Pria. I know you hate me, alot. But what I do to you is awful, and I want you to know that I don't to it with heart."

Stunned, not impressed to believe him or not. I nod, signalling him to continue.

Brad sighs. " The lads I do it with, they used to bully me. The way I do to you, stealing my lunch money, using me as a beating rag after school. But we came to our terms, and we stopped all the hassle. So basically, one of them said to me that you like me. And I was shocked-"

I chuckle with astonishment. "That I like you?! You're pathetic."

"Listen, please. Like I was saying, I was shocked, so I tried to find you that day but I couldn't. My group did, but for the wrong reason. They thought I wanted you, to make fun of you and call you names. I know this sounds unrealistic. You have to believe me Pria, I don't know what brought myself to do it and I regret every minute of it." He says, quickly catching his breath afterwards.

I was lost for words, not knowing at all what to believe. So I look him in the eyes, and for a minute, I couldn't bring myself to look away. I could see the innocence, I could see the past fading away. I believe him.

those 2 minutes were gone within a simple hour.