Speak Up: (Chandler Riggs)

Chapter 17

{Here I am.

The girl who is me. The girl who is Bridget Sawyer.

I am who I am. I don't plan on changing anytime soon.

I want to change, my whole life actually. But I know I can't do that now. It's way too late.

I'm not pretty, I'm not perfect at all. I'm quiet, a trustworthy friend, kind, caring, and will always be there for you.

I can't stand up for myself, I'm way too shy. I hate that about myself. I hate that I can't speak up or tell someone how I feel, I just sit and listen and agree.

It sucks being me. My whole life is a disaster. And I know, blah blah blah, you know the know the story, but I wish I could start over and fix everything. Fix whatever I did wrong.

Nothing seems to be getting any better.

It all seems to be getting worse, and worse, and worse as the days pass.

But now I just focus on the important stuff.}

•••••

Chandler explained himself, why he broke into my house, and what he needed to talk to me about.

"Only 3 minutes?" He mocked me.

"Yes. Before I kick you out," I smiled.

He sighed and groaned.

"Sorry," I said laughing.

I am really not looking forward to hearing this, at all.

He said up on my bed, and patted a spot for me to sit. I did, reluctantly. I tried to sit as far away from him as I could.

"2 minutes!" I said, looking at my phone.

"Okay. Well, first of all, I want to say sorry, about everything. I didn't mean...what I said, that was probably the most awful thing I could've said to you. Second, I really miss you being my friend. I know we didn't know each other for that long when we talked, but that doesn't mean we can't get to know each other now. You're amazing. And third, I...I think I l-like you. Like a lot. Ever since we kissed, I felt something...I knew there was something between us. I don't know, it's stupid. But that's all I have to say, I'm really, really, really sorry, Bridget," he told me, with no hope in his eyes.

I couldn't even get out what I had to say. That was so sweet.

I had the biggest grin on my face. I flung myself at him, wrapping my arms around him.

He did the same, after realizing that I was hugging him.

"How did you feel about the third thing?" He whispered.

I stayed quiet for a second.

"I don't know how I feel right now..." I mumbled.

He nodded and pulled away.

"Everything is so hectic, like usual..." I rolled my eyes.

"Well, how are your...wrists?" He asked me, picking up my scarless wrist.

"Where did they all go?"

"Away," I smiled.

He smiled back. "So, no more?"

"Hopefully," I said.

Silence quickly filled the room, leaving Chandler and I sitting on my bed, staring into space.

"So...do you forgive me?" He asked.

"I have to think about it," I told him, all kidding aside. I really did have to think about forgiving him. He was a complete dick...

But then again, he's Chandler. Chandler Riggs. A perfect, charming, mesmerizing boy who has a great personality and an awesome sense of humor. And he's cute sooo...

"Well...I'll leave you alone," Chandler sighed, pushing himself off my bed.

I grabbed his wrist.

"Don't leave me alone, my dad'll be home soon..." my voice trailed off.

"If you insist," he shrugged sarcastically, trying to hide a huge smile that was forming on his lips.

He sat back down on the bed.

"So, you're going to Jake's party this weekend right?" He asks.

"Yeah," I simply replied.

"Really?" He said, almost surprised.

"My friend got us invited," I told him.

"What friend?"

"Ryan Butler."

"Him?"

"Yes him, he's the one with the twin brother."

"He's a dick."

"You're a dick."

Chandler went silent.

"Please don't call my friends names and make fun of them in front of me, because that's what a dick does. My friends have always been there for me, no matter what. And they'll always be there for me," I glared at him.

He rolled his eyes.

"You were friends with Sam once, what happened to that?" I asked, throwing my arms up in the air.

"Nothing," he sternly replied.

"No! Something had to happen! Whenever I bring up your name, he freaks out. Tell me what happened between you and Sam!"

"NOTHING.HAPPENED!!" He yelled in my face.

"J-just please g-get out," I stuttered.

"I'm sorry," he whispered/groaned.

I got up and speed walked over to the my bedroom door, quickly opening it.

"Get out..." I whispered.

He pushed himself off my bed and trotted over to me, our faces inches apart.

"I don't mean to freak out, I just do..." he told me.

His hot breath on my face.

He gently pressed his lips onto mine.

I stood there, waiting for him to go away.

He pulled away, "kiss back..."

"Chandler...just get out," I whispered.

He let out a heavy sigh before walking down the stairs and slamming the door on his way out.

I quietly shut my door.

Then I screamed.

And kicked almost everything in my room.

I plopped down on my bed and laid my hands over my face.

What the fuck.

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