“Bryce?” I question with disbelief. Amy nods.
“Why would she fear him?” I see Amy’s body tense a bit, her eyes not meeting mine. I was once told that if a person can’t look you directly in the eyes when they’re telling you something that is important information to you, they are most likely lying. And by the way Amy’s eyes can’t even look into mine, I know she is hiding something from me.
“Amy?” I push as no more words are spoken between us for a few moments. She takes her seat back on her bed, picking up her magazine. Her gold-brown eyes look up at me.
“What?” She asks with innocence, which is new, as I didn’t know an innocence act existed within her besides sarcasm and rudeness.
“Why would Dani fear him for me?” I repeat for what feels like the millionth time.
“I don’t know.” She shrugs her shoulders and I roll my eyes and sigh with irritation.
“Amy, you do, if you didn’t you wouldn’t have said it.” I state.
“I tend to do that when I’m on my period.” She says but I am not convinced.
“No, you have mood swings and cramps when you’re on your period not say random things.”
“Well, I’m not like most girls on their period, Sweetheart.” She says, rudely.
“Oh my god, why are you not being honest with me about this?” I say, my voice nearly shouting. She looks up from her magazine and her eyes are no longer gold-brown, they are darker and I feel as if I have just hit a nerve of hers. I am slowly learning that she only has a small amount of nerves you can get on.
“If I remember correctly, you are not my best friend therefore you do not get to fucking know everything, Cecilia. You’re innocent, too innocent for any of this.” She says, throwing her magazine aside and standing up. She’s tall and she towers right over me, making me feel smaller than what I really am.
“What am I too innocent for?” I ask, my voice coming out a lot quieter than I had planned.
“This, Cecilia.” She throws her hands around, gesturing to what seems to be her and the college, “Me, Harry, and most of all Bryce. It’s all too dangerous for a perfect little girl like you.”
A crease between my eyebrows forms as she uses the words perfect, little girl.
“I’m not a little girl.” I defend.
“In this college you are.” She remarks. My eyes move to the floor beneath our feet and it’s now that I do feel small.
“Why can’t you just tell me what’s so scary about Bryce?” I say, quietly, Amy still stands before me, her frame towering over me.
“There is nothing to tell.” She says, her voice softer.
“There is.”
“There isn’t, Cecilia, just forget that I ever said what I said before okay?”
“But-“
“Forget it, Cecilia.” She cuts me off.
“Okay.” I give in.
Is it so hard to just tell me why Dani fears a boy for me? Is it to do with the car accident leaving only 3 of them alive and 1 lifeless? I don’t understand why Amy can’t be honest with me right now. But she’s right we aren’t best friends but this concerns me doesn’t it? It is, I that Dani is scared for according to Amy. Only been 12 days into me attending this college and so much has happened. Well not much but I feel as if secrets are building around me and no one will let me in on what they are.
But that doesn’t mean I won’t find out.
+
It’s a Sunday, and even though it’s been nearly a week since asking Amy about Bryce’s “darkest secret”, it still hasn’t left my mind. I lay in bed, staring at the white wall. My back facing Amy and Harry that lay asleep in the bed across our dorm. I’ve learnt Harry stays in our dorm every Saturday night and to my surprise this week they weren’t drunk, they came back completely sober.
I hear Amy’s bed shuffle a bit and I assume, they have awoken. And I am proved correctly when Harry speaks.
“Why don’t we just tell her what happened?”
“We can’t, Harry.” Amy says quietly.
“Why not? She’s becoming part of the group.” He states and I squeeze my eyes shut as that’s the one thing I promised myself that I wouldn’t do- become one of them.
“No she isn’t, she can’t."
“Why?”
“I can’t let him ruin another girl, Harry.”
“He was drunk and high, he regrets it all, trust me.”
“I don’t care, Cecilia is just too pure for any of us especially Bryce, I’m surprised she’s even let herself become friends with me.” I smile a little; she’s actually talking as if she cares. I’ll admit I’m a bit concerned because I’m sure no one besides Harry and the rest of the group have seen that side of her.
“Babe, are you warming up to her?” He questions and I can just imagine the smirk plastered on his face.
“She just reminds me so much of her.” She says quietly and I feel both their eyes on me. I remain still in my position to convince them that I am still asleep.
“She is a lot like her.” Harry says softly. Who is her? And why am I so like her?
“I just don’t want anything bad to happen to her if we all let her in.” Amy says, her voice shaking a little.
“Nothing will babe, Bryce was in a bad place last year and everyday he regrets what he did.”
“But it’s all of us as well, we are like the complete opposite of what she is-“
“I like it a lot better when you don’t give a fuck.” Harry jokes and I hear the sound of Amy’s hand coming in contact with his arm.
“Shut up, I never give a fuck but I’m just saying.”
“Just let whatever is meant to happen, happen.” Harry says softly and I hear him get up from the bed.
“Fine.”
“Babe, even though she reminds us of her a lot, she’s Cecilia not Emily.” Harry states and opens the bathroom door leaving Amy and I alone, only I’m supposed to be in a deep sleep.
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ONE CHANCE
Teen Fiction"What happens in the dark should not be brought into the light."
