Chapter I Wish I Was Eighteen

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Epic's POV

Christina leads me out of the shed and down a long corridor, where no students usually go. I see Brendon at the end and he walks over to us. I smile as he hugs me tightly.

"Are you okay?" He asks breathlessly.

"Yeah...yeah I'm fine." I say but he looks like he doesn't believe me, and to be honest, I'm not sure if I believe it. Brendon looks at my face and all the bruises that line my arms and legs.

"I'm gonna kill him for this."

"No you're not." I say trying to calm him down.

"Right because I'll do it first." Christina says crossing her arms.

"You guys stop. No one's killing anyone."

"Okay, okay, will you be okay here, while I go talk to the principal?" Christina asks me. Brendon pulls me closer to him protectively.

"Of course she'll be okay, she's with me." He says and I smile a little, which kind of hurts.

"Alright well...just to give you a heads up, when I talk to Principal Jenkins, I'm going to have to tell him...everything. Is that okay?" I'm not really sure how to answer that. Cole always used to tell me I'd be in huge trouble if I told anyone, but what can he do that he hasn't done already?

"Yeah sure go ahead." Christina nods and walks away. Brendon attempts to pick me up, but stops when he sees that it's painful.

"I'm so sorry." He says stepping away.

"Brendon it's okay." I say moving towards him.

"No! No, it's not okay. I'm supposed to be the guy who doesn't hurt you. I'm supposed to take away the pain."

"Brendon, you do." He looks at himself like he's some kind of bomb that could go off at any minute.

"I just...I'm sorry. What can I do to help?" He asks, gently locking his fingers with mine.

"Hmmm..." I think, suppressing my laughter, "Sing to me." He smiles, moving my hands in little circles.

"Sing to you?" I nod, but he tilts my chin up with one finger and leans down. I put a finger on his lips.

"That's not singing. Now come on, chop, chop!" I say clapping my hands in his face. He laughs and puts his hands up in mock surrender.

"Okay, okay! Yes ma'am." He thinks for a second and then sings, "You call me up, it's like a broken record. Say that your heart hearts, that you'll never get over him getting over you. And you end up crying, and I end up lying. Cause I'm just a sucker for anything that you do." He starts, and I can't help but laugh at his song choice.

"Keep going..." I say, poking him in the stomach.

"And when the phone call finally ends, you say 'Thanks for being a friend.' And we're going in circles again and again. I dedicate this song to you, the one who never sees the truth, that I can take away your hurt, heartbreak girl. Hold you tight, straight through the daylight. I'm right here, when you gonna realize, that I'm your cure, heartbreak girl?" I smile and run my hands through his hair, pulling myself impossibly close.

"So kiss me, kiss me, kiss me..." I sing (keeping with the theme of course) and Brendon smiles, leaning in to kiss me, and then our lips meet, and I feel pretty much everything but pain. Then he pulls away first, letting his hand wander over the bruise on my jaw.

"Oh my gosh!!" I yell as searing pain shoots through my head.

"I'm taking you to the nurse." He says, grabbing my hand.

"Can't you be my nurse?" I whine, falling into him as I feel it again. I bite down on my lip to keep from screaming at the top of my lungs.

"Epic, I can tell you're in pain. Come on!"

"Okay, okay!" I tell him getting up slowly, which makes me a little dizzy and I end up tripping over my own feet.

"Oh God, Epic please just let me carry you." I nod and he moves over to me. He puts an arm under my knees and an arm, around my shoulders. "Does this hurt?" I shake my head no and he lifts me off the ground. As we walk I attempt to give him directions, and we try to get some sort of story together. Finally he sets me down and I stumble into the nurse's office. She's putting things in boxes. "Is this a bad time?" Brendon asks.

"Oh well I'm moving to California with my husband's job and I was just packing up, but--" That would be the precise moment when she looked up and noticed my current shit-like state. I think she walks over to me but my vision starts to blur, "Oh my gosh, honey what happened?" I'm lifted up and onto a couch.

"Epic? Epic...are you okay?" A faraway voice says. But then it's gone. Everything is gone.

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