Speak Up: (Chandler Riggs)

Chapter 8

"W-what?" I stutter.

Chandler groaned, running his hands through his messy hair.

"What?" I ask louder, trying to get his attention.

He turns his head to look at me. "Yes. She's done this before."

"And you didn't bother to tell me?!" My voice growing louder.

"You're gonna wake your dad again..." He mumbled.

"I don't care!! We were just kissing and you don't even bring up your girlfriend once, or that she's beat the shit out of people before?!"

"I wasn't thinking of her. You were the only thing on my mind," he snapped back.

"I've haven't even known you for a day yet and you're making out with me and telling me I'm the only thing on your mind?" I said quieter.

"That's how it works, sweetie. I see someone that I want and I go for it," he smirked. "But did you stop me from kissing you? Nope."

"Excuse me?!" I try to hold back my smile.

"Look Bridget...I know you like me. Even though you haven't known me for that long, I know you do. And maybe...just--never mind," he nervously said.

Okay, maybe I do have some feelings for Chandler, but I don't like him. Just feelings. I guess? No, I can't. I don't even know his last name.

"Me, like you?" I scoffed.

"Yeah exactly. I mean, why wouldn't you?" He smirked once again.

I glared at him.

"I think you should go..."

"Oh come on, just about an hour ago you were begging for me to come over and comfort you, and now you're telling me to get out?" He sounded pissed.

"Yeah. I don't need you anymore. You made me feel better, so thanks. But now you can go."

Chandler rolled his eyes and grabbed his shirt. Then went for the window. "I'll call you tomorrow morning, you bitch. And I'm walking you to school." He smiled.

"Fine."

He opened the window and jumped to the roof. I ran over to the window.

He turned around to face me and planted a small kiss on my cheek. "Later," is all he said before jumping to the ground. I waved to him and shut my window.

I plopped down on my bed.

"School is gonna be hell," I said to myself before getting under the covers and closing my eyes to fall into a deep slumber.

...

I wake up the next morning to loud banging on my door. "Bridget!! You're gonna be late!!!"

I groaned and rubbed my eyes. "What?!"

"You're gonna be late, smartass!" My dad yelled.

"I get it! Shut up!" I yelled back.

The pounding stopped, but my doorknob began to twist and turn.

"Open the damn door!"

"No!"

"You're in for it, bitch!!"

I got up off my bed and went to my bathroom that was build into my room, and flicked the light on. I went over to my dresser and picked out a long sleeve white knit shirt that showed my belly button, mint green jeans and a black beanie.

I shut the bathroom door and turned the shower on. I undressed and hopped into the hot, soothing shower.

After about 20 minutes, I got out and dressed myself into the clothes I picked out. I blow dried my hair and quickly straightened it. Then I put on a thin line of eyeliner, mascara, and some foundation. I walked out of the bathroom and slipped into my black combat boots.